Total pages in book: 108
Estimated words: 100853 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 504(@200wpm)___ 403(@250wpm)___ 336(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100853 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 504(@200wpm)___ 403(@250wpm)___ 336(@300wpm)
I tossed my head from side to side, overwhelmed. It was too much, and I wanted all of it. He rolled, taking me with him, and I rose on my hands, looking down into his eyes, his lids heavy, his eyes bright. He cupped my breasts, thumbs stroking my nipples. I tilted my hips just enough—
One strong hand closed over my hip, holding me in place as he thrust up into me. The orgasm took me by surprise—a fast, hard crash of pleasure. I gasped his name, the world whirling around me.
I was on my back again, Ford looming over me, still inside me, not moving, his gaze absorbing everything in my face.
“You’re—you didn’t—”
“Not yet,” he said, dropping a kiss on my lips, then another and another. Slow, easy kisses as my heart slowed and my breath evened out. My body relaxed, then heated again. When my hips rocked into him, he lifted his mouth from mine, his lips grazing my ear. “One more.”
I started to shake my head. I’d never come twice in my life—not like this.
He just gave me one of those half smiles, his eyes glittering. “Definitely one more.”
He rolled us again, putting me on top, curling up as he pulled me down until his lips met my nipple. He sucked, and a bolt of pleasure went straight to my clit, my core tightening on his cock.
“Oh God,” I said, the words drawn from me with every pull of his mouth. “Oh…oh…”
I couldn’t think. My hips rocked on their own, chasing the glory of him filling me, the base of his cock grinding into my clit as he sucked, switching from one breast to the other, his strong hands shaping and kneading me for his mouth.
“I— I—” It was rising so fast. He drew pleasure from every part of my body until it grew to more than I could take. I cried out his name, gasping for air.
We rolled again, Ford still inside me, my knees drawn up and spread wide as he fucked me in short, fast thrusts, drawing out my orgasm until I was blind with it. My fingers closed around his biceps, holding on for dear life. I’d never imagined anything could feel like this—mind-numbing in the best way, everything so good it was beautiful.
When he stiffened against me, my name slipping from between his lips, the joy on his face cracked the shell around my heart. I’d never seen him so unguarded, and all I knew was that I wanted more. We’d agreed this wasn’t going to be a relationship. He’d promised me he’d keep it a secret. I wasn’t ready for any of that to change.
I was playing a dangerous game, throwing myself into Ford Sawyer’s arms when I’d come to his home under false pretenses. I couldn’t get lost in Ford and keep this from him. Eventually, I was going to have to tell him the truth. First, I had to figure out how.
In that moment, I only knew one thing. For as long as this lasted, Ford Sawyer was mine, and I wouldn’t give him up without a fight.
Chapter Thirteen
FORD
Iwoke at dawn, alone in my bed, the scent of Paige on my pillows. I’d expected her to run after I told her all the gory details of my past with my family and my father. I hadn’t expected the best night of my life with a woman who was turning all my expectations upside down.
I’d said no relationships. I’d meant it at the time. What did I have to offer her? And now, I had even less to offer. We’d caught Cole’s assassin, but I had my doubts that I’d improved my situation. Next time, Cole would make a better choice, and I’d be up shit’s creek. I had no business getting involved with Paige, even as a casual hookup.
Last night had been anything but casual.
I wanted more. Not just the sex—though I’d take as much of that as I could get—but more of Paige. Falling asleep with her in my arms, her curls soft against my cheek, the rustle of her breath, the steady thud of her heart. I wanted that just as much as I wanted to take her to bed again. None of that was the plan.
I cringed at the idea of telling Griffen I was involved with his nanny. Since I’d been home, it had been made very clear that my brother did not ascribe to my father’s attitude toward “the help.” He expected excellence, and he treated his staff like the intelligent, competent employees that they were. No fraternization—though that hadn’t held with Finn and Savannah.
That had been different. They’d known each other since they were kids, and Savannah was more than capable of telling Finn to go to hell. Comparing our situation to theirs wouldn’t buy me any points with Griffen.