Total pages in book: 152
Estimated words: 145155 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 726(@200wpm)___ 581(@250wpm)___ 484(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 145155 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 726(@200wpm)___ 581(@250wpm)___ 484(@300wpm)
Being as gentle as I can so as not to wake her, I ease myself in slowly. The excess semen makes my entry easy. Her body instantly responds, and I hold myself still. My god, this is too good to be true—she just feels too good. My arms shake as they struggle to hold my weight. I don’t move and instantly her body starts to contract around me, milking me and silently begging for my come. Her breathing is labored and she moans a deep sound, one that I haven’t heard her make before, and the tingles in my balls force me to start to slowly move. With five gentle pumps she sighs and falls spectacularly into the most beautiful orgasm I have ever witnessed and I gently follow, knowing that I am thoroughly and utterly forever ruined.
Shit, I’m aroused again at just the memory of her…and her beautiful fuckable body. I rub my temples—talk about a total mind-fuck.
“Cabin crew, prepare for descent.”
I look at my phone again—7:10 a.m. She’ll be awake by now and she will be spitting nails.
We sit in the limo en route to the hospital and I check my phone for the hundredth time this morning. She hasn’t rung—she’s definitely pissed. I’ve fucking blown it. It’s probably for the best as I can’t have her anyway. What was I thinking? I rub my forehead. I’ve had enough of this day already and it’s seven o’clock in the morning.
My phone beeps a text and I scramble to check if it’s her. Adrian and Ben laugh, and my eyes snap up to them.
“Expecting a call?” Adrian smiles as he deletes the text he’s just sent me.
“Just fuck off, Adrian. I’m not in the damn mood,” I snap. “Adrian, I want you to do the presentation this morning,” I sigh as I adjust my cuff links and stare out the window. “I’m not up for it.”
He doesn’t answer. The silence is stifling, and I look up to see what they are doing.
“Josh, this is a twenty-two-million-dollar deal, you can’t not do this. What the hell is going on with you?”
“Nothing, I just haven’t slept and I’m…off.”
“Just ring her if it’s that important.”
“Her name is Natasha, and this has nothing to do with her.”
“Josh, you better get your shit together or two years of work is going down the drain, I mean it. Snap the fuck out of it.”
I rub my forehead and put my head back into the headrest.
This day just keeps getting better and better.
Three p.m.—the meeting went well, and we are having a late lunch in a bar. The techs are on their commercial flight back to Sydney. Ben, Adrian and I are staying in Melbourne overnight so I can see my parents, although I would rather be alone. Not in the mood for socializing…or living for that matter. I order another Cointreau and ice—it seems the only thing that I can stomach today. I’m so tired.
No wonder I feel like shit, I hardly slept on Saturday night after the fight and then last night was a write-off. Ben and Adrian are talking nonstop about Sydney versus Melbourne restaurants. I smile at the notion they consider themselves foodies. All I want to do is go to a hotel and take a sleeping pill, knock myself out for the rest of this shitty day. But I have to go to my parents’ for dinner. Why do I make these stupid arrangements? It seemed like a good idea at the time. My phone beeps a text.
I’m sore, baby
I immediately smile. It’s her. I reply.
Mission accomplished
I leave it for a second and then text back again.
And for the record so am I.
I smile again, picturing her reading my text. I look up to find Adrian and Ben silent and utterly shocked in their seats.
“What?” I smirk.
“Are you kidding?” Adrian snaps. “You’ve been a total ass all day and one text from Cinderella and you are smiling like an idiot.”
“Shut up. I am not.” But it’s true. I am smiling like an idiot.
“I don’t believe it.” Ben shakes his head. “I never thought I’d see the day.”
I frown. “What do you mean?”
“You’ve done your nuts over this girl,” he tuts.
“I have not…done my nuts over this girl.” I roll my eyes. “Joshua Stanton, the biggest lady prick in all of America, has been freaking out all day waiting for Cinderella to text him, un-fucking-believable.”
Natasha
I smile as I read his text. I bet you’re sore, big boy, if my vagina is any indication. So, he is speaking to me. I am in my office between patients, sitting at my desk drinking coffee. I have been overanalyzing him and this situation all day. I was ropeable this morning when I woke and he was gone, coward.
But then I realized he was probably freaked out and I needed to give him space to adjust to this situation, whatever the hell this situation is. I am just as confused as he is. A large lead ball has sat in the bottom of my stomach since I woke up and he wasn’t there. It’s…annoying. I know we have no future, so why am I trying to prolong this stupid affair? This is just so messed up. Why in the hell is he my cousin? It’s not natural to be so attracted to a blood relative. My mind drifts back to last night. He’s amazing. I smile again. I know he was right there with me during the sex, the whole six amazing hours of it. No wonder I’m sore, the man is an animal. The kind of animal that has you begging for seconds. I know he lost his head as much as I did, but then he left without saying goodbye. Why? At least I have left the walls for communication open now and he has texted back. Perhaps he’s working?