How Not To Be A Goddess Read Online Marian Tee

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Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 94823 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 474(@200wpm)___ 379(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
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I tried coming up with some rational explanation for my stronger-than-usual interest in Hadrian, but by the time my thirty-minute calorie burning program ended, I still wasn't any closer to understanding myself.

All I knew right now was how acutely conscious I still was of his presence, and how the mere sound of his feet pounding (oh my God, why can't I stop thinking of this word?) the treadmill still had my heart racing.

The one-minute cooling down period of my treadmill ended, and as my steps gradually slowed to a halt, I couldn't help but notice Hadrian doing the same thing.

Coincidence or something else?

I stepped off my treadmill, and in the corner of my eye, I saw him doing the same thing. This definitely couldn't be another coincidence, could it? But even if it weren't, I should know better than to let it matter. I just knew with all my heart that Mr. 13A was going to be even more trouble than Jason.

So just go, Saoirse.

You can just fantasize about him later on, and use him as a distraction for your nightmares.

Now go!

But instead, I found myself doing the silliest thing ever.

I lifted my gaze to his, and my breath caught when I saw that he had been watching me this whole time.

And the look in his eyes told me—-

He knew.

Hadrian totally knew I had the hots for him.

And just like any sensible forty-year-old would do in this kind of situation, I heard my voice turn husky as I asked, "Your place or mine?"

Chapter Five

We ended up in one of the shower cubicles in the men's locker room.

It was that or the treadmill.

Seriously.

The moment our lips touched, something seemed to explode between us. Our chemistry was off the charts, and our hands were all over each other the moment the door swung shut behind him.

"Are you—-"

"I am."

I loved how in sync we were, the way we could understand what the other was saying with a handful of words. Even so, I also thought I should warn him—-

"No foreplay," I managed to gasp when another kiss ended, just so we could start breathing.

Silver eyes glittered down at me. "Good."

And then we were kissing again.

It's been so long, it's been so long, God, it's been—-aaah!

I gasped against Hadrian's lips when I felt him rip my leggings off, and I heard him chuckle when I couldn't help pushing his shirt up so I could run my hands over his chest.

Which was hard.

All.

Over.

God, he was hot.

His tongue thrust deep into my mouth just as his fingers trailed down to find the edge of my panties, and my toes curled hard. I already knew what was going to happen next, but even so, when it did happen, and I heard another ripping sound—-

A whimper escaped me as cool air slapped against my bare crotch. I felt the tiniest flare of embarrassment, but this was soon forgotten when he spun me around, and I felt him gently exert pressure against my back until I was bending from the waist down.

I held on to the shower handles instinctively—-

Oh God.

He entered me a moment later, the thrust of his manhood smooth, deep, and possessive, and it was like going from achingly empty to heart-stoppingly full in an instant.

"It's been so long, love," I heard him say hoarsely.

Was it, really?

It was so hard to believe, with someone as gorgeous as him, but it was impossible for me to ask. Impossible to speak really, since all I could do at that moment was try to catch my breath and keep my moans trapped inside my throat as he started pumping inside of me, harder and faster than any other man had ever done.

So good.

Oh God.

Don't stop.

So good.

I was terrified of making any noise, but when he leaned down, and I felt his hand go inside my shirt to fondle my breast—-

Oh God.

A moan broke past my lips, and I moaned anew when his fingers found my nipple.

"Yes," I heard him grit out, all the while thrusting deep inside of me while tugging at my nipple. The sensation ripped out another moan from my throat while my body buckled against him helplessly.

"More." His voice was guttural and demanding. "I want to hear you, love."

Frissons of desire electrified every cell in my body at the order, and I arched up against him.

"Moan for me," he growled.

And I did.

I couldn't seem to help it all of a sudden, couldn't help but let myself go, and it just made everything a thousand times better.

His thrusts became wilder, and the erotic cacophony of noise that was bouncing against the tiled walls only served to intensify the pleasure building inside of me. I loved the roughness of his pants and the wanton sound of his balls slapping against my ass. I loved hearing the sliding rasps of his member as it moved in and out of me. And when my pleasure finally reached its sharpest peak—-


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