Total pages in book: 121
Estimated words: 115577 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 578(@200wpm)___ 462(@250wpm)___ 385(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 115577 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 578(@200wpm)___ 462(@250wpm)___ 385(@300wpm)
“We can be quiet,” she whispered, pressing up onto her toes so her words were a warm breath against my lips. “We can have what we want and not risk our positions. If anything, it gives us motivation to keep it under wraps, don’t you think?”
I didn’t want to answer, not when I was now running out of reasons to say no, and not with her looking at me like that.
Like I held the key to making her feel good again, like I could be the bright light in the darkness she was just thrown into.
I could feel the last of my restraint slipping, could hear my best friend’s words in my head.
Worth the risk.
I heard it like a chant, like a song, like an anthem. It was soft at first, but with each passing second it grew louder and more insistent.
Worth the risk.
Worth the risk.
“Tell me you want me, too,” she pleaded, her lips brushing mine. I advanced, ready to kiss her, but she backed away with a smile. She stayed close enough to tease, but too far for me to claim her. “Tell me I’m not alone.”
I swallowed, shaking my head. “I haven’t stopped thinking about you since that day in the gym. Before that. Maybe since the first day I saw you.” My hands began to shake where I held her, the last of the dam crumbling. “I want you, too, Emily. I want you so fucking bad.”
“Then take me,” she begged, rubbing her hand in one long, slow caress over my cock. “Say yes. Trust me. We can have what we want, and no one will get hurt.”
I almost laughed, because I knew, even then, that the last part of that sentence was wrong.
Someone would get hurt. It was inevitable. One way or another, someone would go down in the flames that were already torching high between us.
But I didn’t want to think about the consequences.
I didn’t want to think straight.
For once in my life, I just wanted to act without wondering who would be impacted, without considering how it might all turn out wrong in the end.
Right now, I wanted her. I wanted this, us.
And I was done fighting.
What’s the best that could happen?
“Fuck it,” I said roughly, and then I scooped her up, careful of her injury as I pinned her against the wall just like I’d been fantasizing about.
It was sweeter than I imagined — the smile on her lips when her back hit, the gleam in her eyes when she wrapped her legs around my thighs, the sweet sound of her moan when I crashed my lips over hers.
I sucked in a breath on that kiss, savoring the feel of her mouth, the little roll of her hips, desperate and seeking.
“Yes?” She breathed the question, her head falling back as I moved my kiss down along her jaw, her neck, all the while conscious of where I held her and where her arm was slung.
“Yes,” I growled.
And then I asked the first selfish question of my life, and every cell in my body buzzed to life like they’d been waiting for this moment.
“What’s first on the list?”
Emily
I’d never been given such power.
Not when I ran my own business. Not when I danced center stage. Not when I gave the art cue for my first tattoo and felt the buzz of the needle against my skin.
I had Braden Lock wrapped around me, promising me he was mine to do with what I pleased.
And he was waiting for direction.
“Fuck, I don’t know where to start,” I said, the giddiness rolling off me even as my brain short circuited at the feeling of him kissing up and down my neck. His body had me pinned to the wall, his cock hard as stone against my core, his body shaking with restraint.
I wanted him to unleash it.
I didn’t want foreplay and slow, sexy teases tonight. I was rubbed raw from the week, my emotions so tangled I couldn’t see through the knots.
All I wanted was to escape, to let go, to not feel the weight of my injury for even a second longer.
That had my mind made up.
“Rip my clothes off and fuck me,” I breathed. “Quickie. Both of us have to come fast.”
“This is on the list?”
“Specifically, the clothes thing, yes.”
Braden smirked against my panting mouth, reversing the role I’d been playing as he teased me with an almost kiss. “You realize this is going to be a bit difficult, considering you’re wearing a sling.”
“Aww, and here I thought I was about to be fucked by an athlete.” I pouted, tapping his nose. “Not up to the challenge, Boss?”
His smirk grew wicked, and he shook his head before nipping at my lip. “That’s enough out of that smart mouth of yours.”
“Just wait until you see what else this mouth can do.”