Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 94997 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 475(@200wpm)___ 380(@250wpm)___ 317(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94997 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 475(@200wpm)___ 380(@250wpm)___ 317(@300wpm)
I received another project offer and looked over the details. I’m grateful for the distraction. I accepted the job and let them know I’ll be ready to start on it next week, but it does nothing to take me out of my foul mood. Fucking Hawke. I walk into my en suite and turn the shower on cold, not bothering to strip my nightgown off. I want to feel the cold water washing over me, to calm myself down.
I’ve watched plenty of people have sex, whether it be swinging, sex shows, or threesomes, and none of it has really done anything for me. Sure, it builds up an appetite, but nothing compared to the yearning of my pussy as I watched Hawke shove his cock into that woman.
I hate that I think about him more than I should. He takes up too much room in my head. I’ve known him for many years, and he’s always been attractive to me. But I never once thought we could, or would, be anything more. We both love sex way too much to stay monogamous, and after our only sexual encounter, I’d backed off, knowing if we became hooked on one another, it would most definitely mess with our friendship or ruin sex for us with anyone else.
I can hear my phone ringing from my room, but I ignore it and enjoy the bite of the cold water. I begin to shake, and goosebumps rise on my skin. What the fuck am I even doing?
“Looks like I can break into places as well,” someone says.
I jump, grabbing the showerhead and pointing it in the intruder’s direction.
Hawke takes a step back, looking down at his drenched shoes. “Really? A shower head is your weapon of choice if someone breaks in?”
“How the fuck did you get past my alarms? And I’ll have you know I have a gun in the drawer beside my bed.”
He shows me a key to my apartment. “I stole this from Ford. Figured he didn’t need it anymore. And a gun? Really? That’s so sad. I was hoping you’d have a collection of toys in there.”
I roll my eyes. “I obviously have that as well.”
His entire demeanor changes as he becomes very interested in that little tidbit. “I want to see that.”
“Get out,” I growl as the cold air suddenly registers on my skin. I put the shower head back in place, flip the water to warm and step out of the spray while it heats up. “Besides, I never broke into your house. And don’t you have a little blonde to be entertaining?”
At that moment, I realize I must look like a crazy person, showering in a nightgown that is now saturated with water and clings to my wet body.
“Didn’t you have a hot date tonight? And I’ve already checked under the bed,” he says.
I choke in disbelief until I realize he’s serious.
“You’re just lucky I arrived when I did. I’m quite familiar with this showering business, and in my experience, you do it with your clothes off,” he says as he pulls his shirt off.
“What are you doing?” I squeak as he steps into my space. The reason I wanted this en suite is because it doesn’t have a door. I love the size and openness of the bathroom—it’s how I like most things—open and big.
He comes closer as if he owns this fucking shower. My gaze dips to his cock as he shuffles out of his jeans. It’s getting hard, and I lick my lips at the sight, fighting against all my natural instincts to do what my body loves the most, which is fuck.
But this is Hawke…
“You can touch it.” He smirks and nods to his cock. “It won’t bite… but I will.” He winks and pushes forward until my back hits the tile. His gaze doesn’t leave mine, and his almost-black eyes twinkle with mischief as he reaches for my body wash. “Fuck, you smell good.”
“Buy your own body wash,” I bite back as he squirts some into his hands and begins to rub it against his stomach. I can’t help but watch as he glides over every ridge of his six-pack.
Fuck me, this man is something else. Nothing but sin and temptation, and that arrogant smirk takes me out at my knees.
I know I shouldn’t play into our game. But, fuck, does my body want it.
He’s killing me with a slow, torturous death.
I have to get out of here, or I’m going to do something I might not necessarily regret, but something that I’ll undeniably get hooked on. And that’s the reason why Hawke and I haven’t blurred the lines again. But it should be him leaving; he’s in my shower, after all.
“Get out,” I say through gritted teeth, my nails digging into the palms of my hands as I try to restrain myself and do my best not to give anything away. But his arrogant smile taunts me like he knows what’s going on in my head.