Total pages in book: 104
Estimated words: 101466 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 507(@200wpm)___ 406(@250wpm)___ 338(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 101466 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 507(@200wpm)___ 406(@250wpm)___ 338(@300wpm)
“I’m not boyfriend material, is what I’m saying.”
“What about friends with benefits? Or, in this case, landlord and tenant?”
He frowned. “I would like to think we’re friends. But is that fair to you? Sex with no strings?”
“If it’s what I want. What about you? Is it fair to you?”
“I have no objections,” he admitted. “But this is different. We live beside each other.”
“It’s more convenient,” I argued. “And we’re adults. I’m not asking for a commitment.”
He looked over my shoulder as if thinking. “And this—” he waved his finger between us “—I rarely stay the night.”
“Probably because most women don’t have king-sized beds,” I guessed.
“I like being alone.”
I lifted my chin, hiding the little flash of hurt. I had been expecting him to say it, but I was surprised how disappointed I was. “I’m fine with that. I don’t want a boyfriend. Someone clinging on to me. I like my independence.”
He was quiet for a moment. “So, we’re in agreement?”
“We’re in a non-relationship. Sex is okay, sleepovers optional, and we’re free to live our lives. No commitment.”
I swallowed, my throat suddenly feeling dry. It was how I lived my life. Nothing new or unusual. I never stayed in one place long enough to form attachments, so this was no different. Yet, I had no idea why my words hurt to say.
“And we keep it private,” he added. “We’re not advertising this to the world.”
I was fine with that. I had no desire for people to know my business.
“Nothing to know. It’s only between us and temporary,” I assured him.
He sat back. “You’re an unusual woman, Pixie.”
“Back at ya, big guy.”
I got up, putting away the snacks. I leaned against the counter, looking at him. He stared back, his gaze heated. I felt the hairs on the back of my neck lift and goose bumps erupt on my skin.
“So, no sleepovers…” I started.
He stood, stepping in front of me. “But I’m already here,” he finished.
“Right.”
He dropped his head to the crook of my neck, his lips warm on my skin. “Might as well take advantage.”
I gripped his shoulders as he bit down, sucking the skin between his lips. Marking me.
“Might as well.”
He lifted me to the counter, standing between my legs. He was hard. So very hard. I wrapped my legs around his hips, drawing him close and rubbing against him.
“Jesse,” I murmured, a plea in my voice.
“I’ve got you,” he growled. “I’ll take care of you.”
I gasped as he slid his hand to where I was desperate. He teased my clit, stroking me, then slipped one thick, long finger inside. I whimpered at the sensation, moaning into his mouth as he kissed me. He added another finger, using his thumb to apply pressure to my clit. I ground against his hand, letting him work me into a frenzy. He whispered dirty words into my ear. Kissed my neck and cupped my breast, squeezing my nipple. Praised me.
“Come on my hand.”
“Let go, Pix. Give it to me.”
“You’re going to come now, then I’m taking you back up to your bed, and I’m going to fuck you until you scream.”
I was incapable of words. The world was a kaleidoscope of color. Everything swirled and centered on his touch between my legs. The way he commanded my body. Ravished my mouth. Breathed my name.
My orgasm hit me, and I dropped my head back, my body convulsing in pleasure as I rode his hand. He hummed low in his chest, a man proud of his work. Then he pulled his hand out and locked his gaze on mine as he licked his fingers.
My God, the man was sexy.
He swept me into his arms, heading for the stairs. “My turn,” he growled. “And I want to hear you, Casey. Every groan, every whimper is mine. You understand? Loud. I need you loud.”
I had a feeling that wasn’t going to be a problem.
I woke up late the next morning alone. I wasn’t surprised, yet disappointment lingered. He’d carried me upstairs and done exactly what he’d promised, making me scream his name as he fucked me long and hard, then again later, soft and slow, drawing out my orgasm until I was almost weeping with the intensity of the final explosion. Then we fell asleep, him wrapped around me again.
I sat up, touching my forehead. I swore I’d felt his lips press there before he left, while darkness was just giving way to daylight. His warm breath had washed over my skin, and he’d whispered something I didn’t understand, sifting his hand through my hair, then quietly walking away.
Had I imagined that?
I rose from the bed and had a shower. I was sore in places I hadn’t been sore in a long time. But I looked rested and relaxed.
Multiple orgasms would do that for a girl.
I made coffee downstairs, filling Barney’s bowls with fresh food and water, being sure to add lots of ice. He always loved to lick the ice and enjoyed his water cold. I peered in the hall, the door between our places shut. Why I had hoped it would be open in a silent invitation, I didn’t know.