Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 28323 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 142(@200wpm)___ 113(@250wpm)___ 94(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 28323 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 142(@200wpm)___ 113(@250wpm)___ 94(@300wpm)
“Yes, Nova,” he confesses. “It’s wrong. I tried to stop it. I tried to fight the attraction, and did everything to keep my hands off you. But in the end, it wasn’t meant to be. I started acting fucking crazy, and I’m embarrassed to say, but all the boys you paraded in front of me only made it worse. I couldn’t stand the thought of you dating acne-riddled, teenage assholes. Your curves belong to me,” he adds with a fierce, masculine smile.
“But why were you ignoring me?” I ask in a whisper, smoothing one small hand up his bronzed chest. “I mean, we kissed on New Year’s Eve and I thought it was the beginning of something new. But you acted like I was nothing but dirt afterwards.”
Hunter is still for a moment, his bronzed body poised above and inside me as he considers his answer. Then, he meets my gaze straight on, everything out in the open.
“Sweetheart, like I said, I was fighting my attraction to you. It was a losing battle, but at that point, I was still trying to follow the honorable path. I thought by ignoring you, maybe I could make this thing between us disappear.”
“But you couldn’t,” I say slowly. “What’s between us is too powerful. Not only that, but you ignoring me made me feel like I’d done something wrong. Like I had goofed some way or another, and was paying the price.”
“I’m sorry about that,” Hunter speaks swiftly, dropping his head for a kiss on my lips. “But there is something more,” he acknowledges, “and I don’t even know if I should bring it up.”
I inhale, my big breasts rising between us.
“This is the time to be open, Hunter,” I admonish in a quiet voice. “You know that. We should get our secrets out now, before it’s too late.”
“There will never be a too late, Nova, when it comes to you,” the alpha male growls while staring at my lovely features. “But yes, I should tell you. You know that I’ve had sex in the past.”
I stare at him.
“Of course! Wait, why are you even mentioning that? You’re forty-five years old, and used to be married to my mom. I didn’t expect you to be celibate or anything.”
Hunter takes a moment before answering, collecting his thoughts.
“I’ve used women in the past,” he says in a low tone. “I think that would be an accurate description because they weren’t girlfriends, and we weren’t dating per se. But that’s not what I’m getting at, Nova. Something happened on New Year’s Eve that gave me second thoughts.”
My heart is racing as I stare up into his handsome profile, so somber and still at the moment.
“What is it? Is it my age? The fact that I’m in high school?”
“It is those things,” Hunter acknowledges immediately. “But it’s something more. You’re not going to like this, but I have to put it out there. When I touched you, Nova, you respond like your mother. There’s a trick that I do, which involves rubbing the underside of a woman’s clit, and then circling it until she comes. Both you and Betsy love that particular technique, and when you came on my hand that first time, you reminded me of your mom. That’s what made me ignore you after that first encounter.”
I stare at him.
“But it feels good,” is my whisper. “Is that wrong?”
“No, it’s not wrong,” Hunter responds, his eyes shifting away for a moment. “It’s just that you reminded me of her in that moment. I know this sounds fucked up and creepy, but when I did that to your mother, her pussy juices would thicken. She’d grab my shoulders and then come on my hand, and you were the same way, Nova. I could feel your pussy nectar thickening, and then sure enough, you grabbed my shoulders and orgasmed in my arms. It was amazing, sweetheart,” he says quickly, dropping a kiss on my lips as reassurance. “But yes, it also brought back memories, and I had to step back and collect myself.”
I pause, my own thoughts whirling. Holy cow, this is more complex than I envisioned because while I love and respect my mother, I had no idea that Hunter was comparing us in bed.
“Wow,” is all I can say. “My goodness.”
“I know,” he rasps, bowing his head, unable to make eye contact for a moment. “It’s fucked up, and it gets even more fucked up, sweetheart.”
I stare at his tortured features, still trying to process.
“What do you mean?” I ask in a slow voice. “What else is there?”
Hunter lets out a sigh, his massive chest rising and falling against my breasts.
“Sweetheart, you came to me for birth control pills. You gave me your trust, and the fact is that I broke that trust. Not only that, but I’ve broken my vows as a medical doctor.”