Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 103431 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 517(@200wpm)___ 414(@250wpm)___ 345(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 103431 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 517(@200wpm)___ 414(@250wpm)___ 345(@300wpm)
I strip my shirt off and she chokes. “What are you doing?”
“Getting ready for bed.” The duh is heavily implied as I pop the button on my jeans.
“Um...”
My lips lift in a salacious smirk. “You mean to tell me you can sleep in that? Nearly fucking naked. But I can't be comfortable in my own home, in my own bed?”
“We've been through this. I'm not nearly naked.”
I roll my eyes down the contours of her body. “I can see your nipples, Princess.”
She glances down and crosses her arms over her chest. “Fine, whatever.”
I finish unbuttoning my jeans, tug down the zipper, and kick them off before scooping up my dirty clothes and depositing them into the laundry basket in the corner of my room. Then I head to the bathroom to brush my teeth and wash my face.
“You need to get in there?” I ask as I come out.
“Oh, yeah, that would be a good idea.” She darts back into the living room and grabs her bag and then rushes into the bathroom, shutting the door behind her.
I make myself comfortable on my side of the bed and settle in to wait. When she finally emerges, she crawls back into bed next to me, fluffs her pillow, and then flops onto her back.
“Why is this so awkward?”
I roll to face her, sliding one arm beneath my pillow. “Only as awkward as you make it.”
“Well then, I guess I get a gold star, huh?”
My lips lift in a sleepy smirk. “Go to bed, Princess.”
“I'm trying.” She fluffs her pillow again and then chops it like they do when they’re staging on Enemies & Escrow.
I lean over, stretching to turn off the light, plunging the room into darkness. “Try harder.”
The only sounds in the room are us breathing and the gentle rustle of the covers as Scarlet tosses and turns. Finally, I can’t take it anymore. “C’mere,” I say, rolling onto my back with an arm extended her way.
“Are you sure?” she whispers.
“I’m sure I want to go to sleep. So come on and snuggle up. Let me hold you so you know you’re safe.”
She stiffens and sighs before scooching over, laying her head on my chest. “Thank you, Ellis.”
I stroke a hand through her hair and settle it on the dip in her waist. “You’re safe, Scar. Go to sleep.”
EIGHTEEN
SCARLET
A sense of déjà vu crashes over me as I wake to a steel rod pressing into my back. Blinking groggily, I struggle to make sense of the situation. Then a rough hand twitches against my stomach, bringing me fully into the here and now.
It's not a steel rod. Well, it's Ellis's steel rod. And the feeling of it pressed so snugly against my ass is giving me all sorts of thoughts I have no business thinking.
Like if it would jump when I touched it, how he tastes, how he'd feel sliding inside of me.
I clench my thighs together, trying to force the deliciously dirty thoughts away. But apparently, Ellis is very much on the same page as my cavewoman brain, because he shifts in his sleep, thrusting against me.
His fingers flex, pressing into the soft skin of my stomach. It takes everything in me not to whimper. I should probably wake him up. Because god knows if he was awake, he'd want no part of this.
But at the same time, it's been so long...
No, absolutely not, I scold myself internally. Shake it off, Scar. You're not desperate enough to settle for a man touching you in his sleep when he's not even aware he's doing it.
“Ellis,” I whisper.
“Mmmm,” he groans. “Say it again.”
My cheeks burn so bright, I worry that they might actually burst into flames. “Ellis, oh my god.” I shift backwards trying to get him to wake up, but all I really succeed in doing is rubbing my ass more firmly against his cock.
He groans again. “Playing with fire, Princess.”
“Just trying to wake you up.”
“Trust me, I'm wide awake,” he growls. “I’m about fifteen seconds from flipping you on your back and—”
“And what?” I ask breathily.
“Fuuuuuck.” He groans and rolls away from me, hefting himself into a seated position. “I'm gonna take a shower.”
He cuts across the room in a few long strides, crossing the threshold, but he doesn’t shut the door. I don’t know if he knows it, but I can see his reflection in the mirror and gasp when he shucks off his underwear.
His eyes flick up, a dirty smirk curving his lips. “Like what you see?”
“I swear to God, Ellis.”
He fists his cock and saunters over to the bathroom door. “Not used to having overnight guests.” He winks and shuts the door.
I sag back against the pillows, panting. This is definitely not how I saw my morning starting. My clit throbs incessantly as I think about what I’m almost one hundred percent positive he's doing in the bathroom.