Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 73928 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 370(@200wpm)___ 296(@250wpm)___ 246(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73928 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 370(@200wpm)___ 296(@250wpm)___ 246(@300wpm)
I reach out and grab his bare arm as my aching, clenching, and burning body writhes from his touch alone.
“Please,” I beg on a whisper, aching to be filled, touched more, something. Anything.
When his mouth closes around my pierced nipple and his tongue rolls around it I grip the fur rug and come undone.
My orgasm gently rolls through me in a way I can’t control. I’ve never orgasmed through just clitoral stimulation before and it’s insanely amazing. It burns inside in a way that it never has. I feel like I want to fill it but also not because of how crazy it feels.
I hear a click which brings me back to where I am and who I’m with.
I sit up and look at him in the dark, his camera in hand. The sun must have set. I didn’t even notice.
His eyes scan my face, my neck, my body. His pupils are dilated in a way I know he’s as aroused as I am.
We breathe heavily, staring at each other in a way we haven’t before. His surprise mirrors my own. His arousal too.
I watch him start to lean over me, as if readying himself for my kiss.
I’m about to demand he fuck me and forget the foreplay when we both hear a very loud, “Dad? You up there?”
A panicked look comes over his features and I see a realization dawn in his eyes. The same panic and sudden realization comes over me too.
I’m naked in Maddox’s dad’s room!
I’m not sure he’d approve, in fact, I know he won’t. Maddox is the most important person in my life, what am I doing?
“Go,” I hiss at him and he stands.
“Coming,” he calls to Maddox and finally leaves, giving me one last lingering look from the door.
I scramble to collect my towel and when I’m certain the coast is clear, I slip out of his room and creep all the way downstairs to my own.
Tempest
At breakfast the men are about to leave together, I had thought they’d already gone but it just seems they’re both being extra quiet today.
Sargent seems to be even less approachable than usual and I worry that it’s because of what happened between us.
I try to sneak past them so I don’t have to approach Sargent when last night is still all I can think about. I’ve never come so hard on somebody before. He manipulated my body with such skill and gentleness that I didn’t ever want it to stop.
I’m thinking about it again. I told myself I wouldn’t.
“I should be home around three and Dad’s giving me an advance so we’ll go and get you some new clothes.”
I cringe, feeling embarrassed that he had to even say that, especially in front of his dad who already thinks I’m a walking charity case. “Maddox.” I stammer to find the right words to follow. “I’m so sorry you feel like you have to provide for me. You should just send me back to England.”
“Without me? Not a chance.” He grins and I daren’t even glance his father’s way. “Be ready at three, I’ll pick you up.”
“You’re not taking me shopping, I have clothes enough to last until I earn some more money. Besides, if Devon was being legit, that won’t be too much longer.”
“You’re not working for Devon.”
Both Maddox and I look at Sargent who has angrily declared this statement to me. Directly to me.
My eyes catch his which are full of fire and determination.
“Why not?” I ask indignantly. “I need a job and the chance of anybody else hiring me in town when I only have a temporary visa is very minimal.”
He looks at his watch and nods at Maddox. “We have to go. We’ll discuss this later.”
“You can’t just tell me what I’m not doing and then walk away. I said yes to the job, it’s rude to back out.”
He doesn’t reply and Maddox only shoots me an apologetic smile before stepping out of the house.
They leave me alone for the day, feeling frustrated.
I do what I can around the house but there’s very little to do, so I swim, sunbathe, exercise, ruin exercise by eating crisps, watch a movie, have a shower, and then look around the storage corner in the garage for some paints. I’m itching to get creative. Even if I have to take the paints all the way out to the countryside.
Unfortunately, there are no paints or canvases anywhere.
Maddox returns at three as expected but we don’t go into town as he gets a call from an old friend and decides to meet them instead. He does invite me but I don’t want to cramp his style, so I assure him it’s fine; he can go and when he does I flop down onto the couch face-first and stay there until I fall asleep.