Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22674 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 113(@200wpm)___ 91(@250wpm)___ 76(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22674 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 113(@200wpm)___ 91(@250wpm)___ 76(@300wpm)
Yeah, you want more, don’t you?
The soft, silky walls of her teenage cunt have my restraint fizzling out, and quickly. My cock is screaming to be inside her. Thrusting my tongue deeper into her mouth, I lift her up onto my desk and tug her shorts off, taking her panties with them. I throw them aside and reach for my belt buckle. But just then, I feel the tiniest reaction in Katie’s body. She goes tense, and I pull back.
She’s looking at me like she wants to say something but doesn’t know how. Or even what.
I’m a smart guy. It doesn’t take me more than a couple of seconds to figure it out.
“We don’t have to right now,” I tell her. “We can wait.”
“I—are you sure?” She’s still hesitant. Her brain is still working.
Nodding, I stroke her cheek with the back of my hand. “This isn’t just revenge sex for me, Katie. I don’t want you just to get back at my son.”
Her expression solidifies, and she slowly nods. “You’re sure?”
Smiling, I lean in and kiss her. “I’m sure, angel. We can wait until you’re ready.”
Like we’ve been together for years, she collapses against my chest and wraps her arms around me. I take her into mine and kiss the top of her head, inhaling deeply, drenching my lungs in her sweet scent.
“Just not too long,” I tease, whispering into her ear. “I don’t know how long I can hold out.”
5
KATIE
Lying on my new bed, I stare up at the ceiling, trying to think about anything other than Robert and how hot he is.
And I’m failing miserably.
Despite having never met him before, I always knew he was stunning. Even though Kyle’s a major prick, he is good-looking, so I knew his father must be too. I’d seen a few photos of him around the house and one online when my curiosity got the best of me and I googled him.
But seeing him in person, towering over me like an Adonis, is something entirely different. The best way I can describe it is like watching Gordon Ramsay cook some incredible meal on TV versus actually getting to sit down and eat it. Actually tasting it.
Robert has always been off-limits. Despite him being twice my age, I was also obviously marrying his son. But now that that’s not happening…I mean, we just made out…
We did more than that.
I’m embarrassed now for pulling back. But the fact that he actually respected my apprehension—even understood it—only makes me want him more.
My phone buzzes, causing my heart to jump. I pick it up, expecting to see some cruel insult from Kyle or a half-hearted attempt to get me to marry him. But nope, it’s a call from Deena.
“Hey, you!” I say happily, answering quickly.
“Oh my God, Katie-babes, you’re still alive,” she says with relief. “I thought you were dead.”
My eyes close as I realize it’s been hours since I left the house and I haven’t said a word to Deena. That’s not normal for us.
“I am so sorry. I’ve been ducking a hailstorm of texts from Kyle.”
“What in the world happened?” She sounds like a concerned mother. “And where are you?”
I open my mouth to respond but pause. How to explain this?
“Well…I’m at Robert’s penthouse.”
This time, the pause comes from her end.
“Wait, what? Robert who? Robert Reed?”
I know I shouldn’t be, but I’m almost laughing. Poor Deena. She must think the world just turned upside down on her.
“Um, yes,” I reply slowly. “Robert Reed.”
I can picture her now, sitting on the fluffy white chair in her bedroom, twirling a bit of hair around her finger.
“Okay,” she says firmly. “Tell me everything.”
I go through it all. From going downstairs for tea, to walking in on Kyle and Clarice in the bathroom, to Robert stepping in and taking me by the hand and bringing me here, back to his secret penthouse with a doorman and a private elevator.
“God, you must feel like a queen,” she says after I finish.
I giggle as my cheeks heat up. “A princess,” I correct her.
“Oh, you—”
A commotion from out in the hallway causes me to stand. “Hang on one second.” I press my ear to the door and hear the sound of raised male voices. “Deena, I’ve gotta go. I’m sorry.”
Hanging up, I step out into the hallway and pace quietly down to the living room. As I round the corner, the voices grow louder. One of them does not belong here and goes straight to my heart.
Kyle.
“Get out of my way!” he shouts, sounding like the spoiled child he is. “She’s my fiancée. I can see her if I want to!”
Guess he did have the balls to come here after all. He must really want that money.
“She’s as much your fiancée as Clarice is my girlfriend!” Robert gnashes back.
I peek around the corner to see him facing off with his son. His eyes are narrow and his jaw clenched. If I didn’t know better, I’d think he was ready to hit him.