Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 57853 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 289(@200wpm)___ 231(@250wpm)___ 193(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57853 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 289(@200wpm)___ 231(@250wpm)___ 193(@300wpm)
"Want me to put my jacket back on?" I tease her. On and off she's ordered it.
"When I'm in your lap, it's acceptable." She wraps her arms around my neck, letting out a long sigh. "Why do you have to be the enemy?"
"I don't have to be."
"Could I woo you to my side?"
"I think there are a lot of things you could get me to do." Her chin drops to hide a small smile, one that I know is over what I'd said. It pleases her.
“Tell me you’re not like Biff.”
“I’m not anything like Biff.”
“He’s your friend. Birds of a feather and all.” She scrunches her nose, the dim lights of the bar reflecting off the gold glittery freckles she has on again. This is what life should be about. These easy sweet things. It is only now that I realize I have never truly experienced it. I suppose I didn't know how real it was. "Birds fly together," she finishes with utter confidence that keeps me from correcting her.
"He's not my friend."
"Right, you're his lawyer." Her brows furrow together in deep thought. Or as deep as the alcohol will allow them. "If you and I hook up or whatever—" She waves her hand around. I bite back a growl, not wanting to hear her talking about hooking up with anyone. Not even me. It won't be a hookup. It will be a whole lot fucking more than that. "Wouldn't that be a conflict of interest?"
"If I'm Biff's lawyer?" She nods animatedly, making her body bounce and that ass of hers rub on my cock more. It’s pure torture of the sweetest kind. "I suppose that would be for Biff's lawyer." I don’t know for sure because I’m not a lawyer.
"Oh," she says sweetly and lightly, thinking she's being coy before kissing me hard and deep. Her hands slide up from where they'd been placed behind my neck so that her fingers can grip my hair. When she shifts to straddle me, it takes all my willpower to break the kiss. "Hey," Tinsley gasps. "I wasn't done."
"Oh, I know." I stand, taking her with me. "We're just getting started," I tell her, making her smirk. Excitement lights up her beautiful face.
Let's see if that smirk is still there come morning.
Chapter Eleven
TINSLEY
Asmall moan leaves me as I start to wake. I can feel a dull ache at my temples. How many drinks and shots did I have last night? It doesn’t matter at this point. My mouth is dry, and I need water.
Why do my legs hurt? I must have been dancing my ass off. I go to stretch them out and freeze. I’m not face down on a mattress. My eyes pop open to see a chest covered in tattoos. I’m plastered to him. The realization of who I’m in bed with hits me.
Oh my God. I want to turn my head to look up to see if Pierce is sleeping, but if I move, I could wake him.
My mind snaps back to last night, trying to recall what happened. The plan I’d had to seduce Pierce slams into me. I knew I was in over my head, but still I kept pushing. We danced and kissed, and I flirted hard with him. I honestly had a blast. It was truly my best birthday.
Oh noes, I sang “Vigilante Shit” to him in what I’m guessing I thought was a sexy warning, but I then followed up with “Lover.” I have lost my mind. Now I have to find a way out of here with part of my dignity.
What if this was all a plan and now he’s going to embarrass me? That Biff, Gliff, or whatever the hell his name is sent him. The thought fills me with utter panic. Why does that seem worse than anything else? Why does the thought of Pierce tricking me feel like a knife to the heart?
“Babe.” Pierce's hand slides up from my ass to my hip as reality settles in. I’m straddling him now, and his very hard cock is pressed against my thin panties. “Relax.”
“Relax?!” I hiss, bolting up to a sitting position. It makes me push down on his cock more so it hits my clit, which has a pulse of its own already for some reason. The reason behind it hits me suddenly. It’s because I was having a sex dream before I woke up! Was I humping him in my sleep? “This isn’t happening.”
“Better not be a fucking dream.” His eyes travel down my face to my chest.
“Eek!” I squeak, my hands going to my bare breasts.
“I was enjoying that view.” His hair is ruffled, and a short beard has formed. He even wakes up hot as fuck. I bet I'm a mess. I mean, clearly I am.
“You’re going to get it.” I growl at him.