Total pages in book: 64
Estimated words: 63862 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 319(@200wpm)___ 255(@250wpm)___ 213(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63862 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 319(@200wpm)___ 255(@250wpm)___ 213(@300wpm)
“Harrison,” I cried, that deep, hard first pulse of pleasure.
My body clenched around him.
Then the pleasure broke.
I gave in to it completely, lost in the flood of sensation and need.
Each inhale felt charged, like breathing too close to a flame, but I couldn’t resist the heat.
Harrison’s arms slid around me after, pulling me to his chest, his head dipping to press a soft, searching kiss to my lips.
It took a long time to realize he was still stiff inside me.
My walls clenched at the realization, making a deep growl move through Harrison.
“I’m not done with you,” he said, kissing me harder.
I whimpered against his lips.
Sensing the need climbing again, he stepped backward, moving me away from the wall, then pressing my upper half down.
I pushed my palms against the wall, sensing the snap in his control, knowing that if I didn’t brace myself, my face would be slamming against it in no time.
Both his hands slid to my hips.
Then he was slipping back and slamming deep, his hands yanking my hips back with the thrust, forcing me to take every inch of him.
And I moaned at the stretch, at the warmth, at the way he seemed to be coming undone with each passing second.
I hinged further downward, the angle making him slide against that perfect spot inside, the sensation making me groan low and deep.
That rumble moved through Harrison again as he took me harder, faster, the sounds of our bodies mingling with our ragged breath and deep moans as we both rose higher and higher.
He clung to me.
I clung to the wall.
But no amount of bracing could save us from the edge.
Then, together, we were falling, crashing, shattering.
My breath hitched in halves. My body trembled. My throat ached from crying out.
All the while he was there, pulling me back against him, putting me together again as I fell apart.
“You’re okay,” he murmured, his warm breath on my ear. “I’ve got you.”
For just a moment, I let him.
Have me.
Hold me.
But reality came back in scattered pieces, sliding together to create a picture that got clearer and clearer by the moment.
Until the sensation faded.
And all that was left was something, if not quite regret, then a close cousin.
Because sex was certainly not going to help my case for a divorce. Especially really good sex. And that was really good sex.
“Lost you already,” Harrison said, his lips pressing a sweet kiss to my neck before slowly releasing me.
There was a sinking sensation in my chest as I stepped away to quickly get myself dressed again.
I didn’t realize until I turned back that I was alone, that Harrison had walked away while my back was turned.
I tried to tell myself that it was for the best, but that sinking feeling only increased until I was leaning against the wall, my palms pressed against my eyes.
Well.
That had gotten out of hand.
But we were both adults.
It didn’t need to be a whole thing.
Even if there was a hollow feeling in my chest.
I could still turn this day around.
I straightened my hair before making my way back into the apartment.
Harrison was just hitting the button on the dishwasher when I came back into the kitchen, silently leaving my rings on the counter and ignoring the sudden nakedness I felt without them.
“Harrison.”
He sucked in a deep breath before he turned.
“Sign the papers.”
I didn’t give him a chance to say anything else to that.
I turned and made my way out of the apartment.
And hoped for the best.
But knowing better.
CHAPTER TWELVE
“Seriously?” I grumbled when I walked out of my hotel to see the driver, John, leaning against his SUV. “You’re here?”
John’s lips twitched.
“It’s my job,” he reminded me.
“I’ve been holed up in the hotel for three days.”
“You have,” he agreed, nodding.
“You’ve been sitting out here for three days?”
“Not the whole time, no.”
Oh, good.
“I had a room to catch some sleep.”
“You had a room? In this hotel?”
“Yes.”
“Why didn’t you go home?”
“In case you needed me.”
“You… you haven’t been back to your life in three days? That’s insane.”
“That’s the job.”
“God, I hope he pays you insanely well for this.”
“It’s worth the time put in,” he said.
“So, what would you do if I just… took off on foot?”
“I guess I would need to follow you in case you need me.”
“What? Would he be pissed at you if you didn’t follow me?” Was he giving Harrison a blow-by-blow of everything I did?
“No. But this is my job.”
“Does he contact you?”
“He gives me his calendar in case you ask.”
“Do you know I’m trying to divorce him?”
“That’s not really my business.”
“He won’t sign the papers.”
John sat with that a second before nodding. “I think he is hoping you will come around.”
“I won’t.”
“That’s your business,” he said, shrugging.
“You’ll be out of a job when the divorce is final.”
“I’ll be reallocated.” His smile was a little playful then. “So there’s no reason to make your life more difficult. Just accept the ride.”