Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 53466 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 267(@200wpm)___ 214(@250wpm)___ 178(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 53466 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 267(@200wpm)___ 214(@250wpm)___ 178(@300wpm)
Ivy yawns. “I wish I could stay, but I have to meet with a new client in the morning and I’m exhausted.”
“And tipsy,” Summer says. “I know I am. You’re taking an Uber home, right?”
Ivy nods. “Yep.” She takes out her phone and arranges for her ride. “Three minutes away.” She slides her shoes back onto her feet and rises.
“I appreciate you coming by. You know how much it means to me to know you care.” Summer stands and wobbles a bit, the room obviously spinning around her.
A glance at the table tells me they consumed two bottles between them.
She pulls Ivy into a hug. “Thank you.”
“I love you, Summer. You know that.”
“Love you, too.”
Ivy starts for the door, then turns back to face me. “Bye, bodyguard!”
“Get home safe,” I say, meeting her at the door so I can let her out and lock up behind her.
I turn just as Summer trips on her own feet, giggles, and rights herself. “Oops.”
I roll my eyes, but I can’t deny she is cute when drunk. “Come on, princess. Bedtime.” I stride around the sofa and grab her elbow, pulling her along toward the one room I’ve been avoiding since taking this job.
Her bedroom.
The shades are drawn, a small lamp on the nightstand lighting up the room. A white ruffled bedspread with a black heart pillow in the center defines the décor, the furniture also white with black accents, a mix of soft femininity and statement pieces.
“I’m tired.”
“So let’s get you into bed.” I turn my back on her and pull the comforter down over the mattress so she can climb between the cover and the sheets. When I look back, she stands in her bra and panties.
She is intoxicated, and it isn’t appropriate, but I can’t tear my gaze away. From her pink-painted toes, up her toned calves and thighs, to the barely there triangle covering her sweet pussy, my gaze lingers before traveling up and over her stomach and belly button with a small ring attached to her full breasts, spilling over the lacy cups of her bra.
“I’m ready,” she says, weaving as she walks over to where I stand.
God is testing me, no doubt about it.
“Get in,” I say through clenched teeth as I pat the mattress.
“Make me,” she says in a flirty, teasing voice.
I raise my eyebrows. Really? She is going to push me?
I scoop her into my arms, and while inhaling her sweet scent that makes me fucking harder than I already am, I deposit her onto the bed.
She refuses to unlink her arms from around my neck and pulls me down on top of her.
She tucks her cheek against mine and sighs. “You smell good,” she says, turning and pressing a kiss against my cheek.
She smells better, and my dick is hard as a rock because of it. I try to lift myself up, but she holds on tight.
“It’s no wonder no other guys lived up to you,” she murmurs.
Aww, fuck. She is going to kill me.
I want nothing more than to rip those tiny panties off her and sink into her wet heat. Short of that, I’d settle for curling myself around her and breathing her in all night long. She threatens my sanity and my common sense. I have the scars from the last time I tangled with her and got burned. I saw the result when my father went back for one more chance and paid the price. All solid reasons for me to get the hell out of her bed.
“Come on, princess. Let me up.” I push harder and lever myself away from her, breaking her hold on me at last.
No sooner have I turned back than she curls into herself and falls asleep. Ignoring the catch in my chest at the sight of her so vulnerable, I pull the blanket up and over her body, covering her and tucking her in for the night.
Then I shut off the lamp and head back to the couch for a cold, lonely night’s sleep.
* * *
Summer
I awake to a dull throb inside my head, and it hurts to open my eyes. My mouth tastes like cotton, and I groan. Too much wine. My bladder feels full, and I push off the covers and realize I’m wearing my bra and panties. I never sleep in my underwear.
And then I remember Ben walking me into my room and demanding I get into bed.
Make me, I said, taunting him. Teasing him.
So he grabbed me and put me into bed, and I pulled him down on top of me.
“Oh God.” I groan and put my head in my hands.
Well, it could have been worse. I could have stripped completely. It is the only bright side I can find to what was a completely embarrassing incident.
I change into an oversized sleep shirt and head for the bathroom, where I wash up and brush my teeth. I pull my hair into a messy bun and gather my courage around me before heading into the other room to face Ben.