Total pages in book: 32
Estimated words: 31414 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 157(@200wpm)___ 126(@250wpm)___ 105(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 31414 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 157(@200wpm)___ 126(@250wpm)___ 105(@300wpm)
Jilly found it impossible to answer with his finger still thrusting in and out of her, and aaaah...
His thumb had found that little bud hidden under her creamy folds, and one stroke, oh, just one stroke was more than enough to electrify every nerve in her body...
Guy could feel his control starting to break, his plan to stay detached going into pieces as he watched Jillian start to come apart when he added a second finger. He could feel her walls working hard to accommodate the added thickness, could feel her breath hitching and her nails digging deeper into his back as the rhythm of his fingers picked up. He was pushing them in faster and faster, harder and harder—
But before she could shatter in his arms, just like that unforgettable night in her hallway, she was suddenly apart from him, taking Guy completely by surprise as she freed herself with a small gasp—
Jilly could hardly catch her breath, and Guy was breathing just as harshly, his gaze narrowed at her and clearly demanding for answers.
"What game are you playing?"
Jilly couldn't blame Guy for sounding so harsh. It did seem like she was playing a game with him, but she was not.
1 Corinthians 7:9, she reminded herself desperately.
She didn't care what he would think.
Or what others would think.
1 Corinthians 7:9.
And so, even with her body still shaking and aching with need for his touch, she could only look at him pleadingly as the words came tumbling out in a rush.
"I'm sorry, Guy, but I've never had sex with anyone, and I plan to keep it that way until my wedding night!"
With every word she spoke, something in him seemed to crack.
Just every damn word, something inside of him kept cracking until he realized...
It was the walls around his own damn heart, cracking into pieces, until there was nothing left.
Nothing to keep him from realizing that his every assumption about her was so damn wrong—
Nothing to keep his heart from beating—
For her.
His Jillian.
Because this time, he knew that there was not a chance he would ever let another man steal her away from him.
Chapter Eight
Jack: I’ve calculated a 78% probability the actor in my workplace was recently dumped.
Jilly: Based on what data?
Jack: Increased phone checking frequency, decreased meal consumption, irrational decision-making patterns.
Jilly: You made a formula for heartbreak?
Jack: Emotional distress creates measurable behavioral changes.
Jilly: That’s... actually kind of sweet that you noticed.
Jack: I notice inefficiencies. His productivity dropped 23%.
Jilly: Well, 73% of women who dump actors are usually practical types who overthink everything.
Jack: Overthinking is a statistical waste of cognitive resources.
Jilly: Tell me about it.
“DON’T LAUGH, BUT I’M here as your private auditor.”
They were sitting with proper professional distance between them now, Guy behind his desk, and her in the visitor’s chair trying not to think they were roleplaying 50 Shades.
Jilly’s gaze drifted nervously around his office, taking in details she had been too flustered to notice earlier. Was that a signed script from his breakthrough role propped against the bookshelf? And those crystal paperweights on his desk...didn't they look like—
Stop distracting yourself with fangirling thoughts, Jilly!
She forced herself to meet his gaze again, which was still worryingly unreadable. "If you'd, um, like to see my reference—”
Guy cut her off, saying solemnly, "It's fine. I figured that part out just before I tasted—”
She made a strangled sound of protest, unable to believe he would...oh my goodness, how could he even...
All Jilly could do was look at him pleadingly. "Can we—" Oh gosh, why did she keep ending up in homes that had malfunctioning A/Cs? "Can we, um, just not talk about that?"
"On one condition."
She looked at him in dismay.
"I want to know why you stopped me earlier."
Another squeak of distress escaped her, but Guy's handsome face remained uncompromisingly hard.
"This isn't appropriate—"
"I think we're long past what's appropriate."
Aaargh.
She squirmed in her seat. "I already told you—"
“There must be something else."
Jilly was thrown off by the sharpness in his tone. "There's none."
Bullshit, Guy thought.
"I don't know what else I can tell you," Jilly said helplessly. "That's all there is to it. My faith. It's even..."
His gaze narrowed. "Even what?"
Oh, here goes nothing...
"It's why I blocked your number..." Jilly knew it was cowardly of her, but she couldn't help avoiding his gaze as she gloomily admitted the truth. "I've never even been kissed before. Or tempted to...you know. But...you...betrayed..."
Guy could not remember being this...hell, he didn't even know how to describe what her damn confession had him feeling.
Was Jillian saying that she had found him so irresistible...she had ended up betraying a certain idiot named Jack, and it was why her so-called faith had her squirming in guilt?
Was this her way of telling him, in not so many words, that while her body wanted him, her stupid heart chose an equally stupid Jack?
Guy's fists clenched as an image flashed in his mind, and it was of that idiot with wire-rimmed glasses realizing he was a man of passion...the moment he found himself alone with an unconsciously seductive Jillian.