Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 27969 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 140(@200wpm)___ 112(@250wpm)___ 93(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27969 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 140(@200wpm)___ 112(@250wpm)___ 93(@300wpm)
"I'm never letting you go, Olive," he growls, and then he's kissing me again, all tongue and teeth and heat. "You're mine now. Say it."
"I'm yours," I gasp, the words breaking on a sob of pleasure. "I'm yours, Mason. Please—"
He fucks the please out of me, his pace brutal and beautiful. This kind of pleasure isn't supposed to exist. We weren't built to withstand it. And yet, he keeps going.
He grinds hard against me, then pulls almost all the way out before slamming back in, knocking my breath clear out of my lungs.
I choke on a sound that's half gasp, half sob, clawing at him.
My leg slips from his grip, but he just grabs my hips and yanks me down beneath him, using my body like it belongs to him.
It does.
His hand finds my clit, rough and shameless. The coil inside me snaps again, pleasure wracking me in white-hot waves. I come with a scream, thrown into an orgasm so intense it's the only thing that exists.
He never breaks eye contact, not even when he snarls my name and slams himself deep, shaking apart inside me.
"Olive," he groans, his cock pulsing inside me. "Christ, Olive."
We collapse together, tangled and gasping. I'm not sure what I'm supposed to feel in this moment—panic perhaps, or the overwhelming certainty that he's going to break my heart. But I feel neither of those things. I just feel…spent and used and so damn perfect it hurts in the best way possible.
"I meant what I said," he whispers, nuzzling his face against me. "I'm not letting you go."
God help me, but I think I believe him.
Chapter Nine
Olive
"Ineed help," I announce early the following morning, flinging my stuff down on the counter in the bookstore.
Sarah and Lilah look up at me with matching expressions. They're half amused, half hunted, like I'm Satan, breathing down their necks.
"I'm not helping you change your name and move to Europe, Olive," Sarah says. "It's seven in the morning."
"We're way past that!" I cry. "Way past that!"
"This should be good," Lilah mutters, hiding her face in her coffee mug.
"What'd you do this time?"
I narrow my eyes on my best friend. "Why do you always think I did something?"
"Because I know you?" she asks, cocking her head to the side with a soft smile. "You panic and do the worst possible thing. Remember that time you got us searched when we got pulled over because you told the officer that we didn't have drugs shoved up our butts?"
Lilah chokes on her coffee.
"It was supposed to be a joke," I grumble. How was I to know he'd take it as some sort of confession of guilt and call out a K-9 and a female officer? We narrowly avoided a full cavity search.
"Maybe don't joke about putting drugs in your orifices to the cops?" Lilah suggests. "I don't think they like that."
"Well, I know that now!" I mutter, sinking down onto a chair beside Sarah.
Lilah just grins at me. "So…what's wrong?"
"Mason and I may have slept together last night," I admit. "Three times. And I may or may not have feelings for him. Ugh. Will you two stop looking at me like that?"
"We're just looking at you," Sarah lies, like I can't see the shit-eating grin plastered across her face. "And obviously, you have feelings for him. I could have told you before you spent three days researching which European country was most like California, and if driving on the opposite side of the road was a law over there or just a suggestion."
"It seemed relevant, Sarah," I mutter.
"Why is having feelings for him a problem?" Lilah asks when Sarah just smirks at me.
"Have you met me?" I gape at her. "I'm going to fuck this up."
"Olive," she says softly, shaking her head. "I highly doubt that."
"The last man I dated is currently in prison."
"Well…that's not ideal," she mutters, blinking at me. "But we've already established that Mason is a law-abiding citizen. He also happens to be crazy about you. Don't create problems where they don't exist. Believe me, I've been there."
"Uh, again, have you met me?" I cross my arms to glare at her. "I read porn, and I create problems. It's what I do."
Her lips twitch. "You know what else you do?"
"Overthink?" Sarah mutters.
Lilah shoots her a stern look before turning back to me. "You work your ass off here for free because you have the biggest heart. You have an advanced degree in biochemistry because the only thing bigger than your heart is your brain. You make people feel seen, loved, and important. You go out of your way to save tiny dogs and take care of the people around you. You love hard, and you believe in forever with every single bone in your body. You also see the world the way it could be instead of the way it is, and you live your life as if it were already that way. You're fucking amazing, Olive."