Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 89324 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 447(@200wpm)___ 357(@250wpm)___ 298(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89324 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 447(@200wpm)___ 357(@250wpm)___ 298(@300wpm)
She bucked her hips backward. “I love the way you fill me.”
“I fucking love filling you.” I grabbed her hair and bunched it into a ponytail, using it as leverage.
What started as slow and controlled now graduated into harder, skin-slapping movements. I’d aimed to be gentle, but that just wasn’t possible with how crazy she made me.
“You’re so deep,” she breathed, always knowing what to say to take things up a notch.
I tugged at her ponytail, bending a moment to kiss her neck as I attempted to stop myself from coming too soon.
“Don’t stop,” she pleaded.
I lowered my hands to her hips and guided her over me, fucking her with even greater force.
Blair fisted the sheets, hanging on for dear life as the headboard banged against the wall. That would suck for anyone in the next room, but I didn’t give a shit about anyone hearing us.
“Oh my God…” she yelled, and then she shrieked.
When I felt her body quake, I tightened my grip on her ass and let myself go, coming even harder than the first time.
As our movements tapered to a slow rhythm, the only sound in the room was our breath.
After I carefully pulled out, I showered her back with kisses as she collapsed onto the mattress, letting out a sigh.
“That was so good, Tate.” She sighed again. “So, so good.”
Her words filled me with pride. “It was fucking amazing,” I agreed. I wanted nothing more than to completely rock her world during the time we had left.
After I returned from disposing of the condom, I kissed her hard before looking over at the time. “We should probably go get you fed so you have energy for round three. It’s way past lunch time.”
“I need to shower.” She rubbed her finger along the scruff of my chin and flashed a wicked grin. “Know anyone who’d want to join me?”
I shook my head and laughed. “You’re gonna be the death of me, Blair.”
Chapter 13
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BLAIR
I couldn’t take my eyes off Tate as he stood at the buffet line getting our food. He’d assigned me with holding the table, since the restaurant was pretty crowded.
He looked more handsome than ever today. Though maybe that was psychological because I knew he was mine—at least for the next day and a half. The soreness between my legs served as a reminder of that.
I’d be a wreck when this trip was over, yet I was so damn grateful that tonight wouldn’t be our last night, as originally planned. I had been thrilled to call to reschedule my flight. One more full day felt like a lifetime after wishing for more time and being certain I’d never get it.
My body tingled as I noted the way Tate’s jeans hugged his ass. Now that I knew what he was packing inside those jeans—and how he used it? It was hard to concentrate on anything besides anticipating the next time we could have sex. How many times was too many in one day? I was nowhere near ready to stop after three—we’d had sex in the shower, too.
I laughed as he piled a bunch of food on two plates. That had become his MO, getting a little of everything because he was never sure what I wanted. A warm feeling came over me. It felt so good to be taken care of. But that was chased by a wave of bitterness as I reminded myself that Tate had closed the door on a future for us. While I understood his rationale and respected his decision, it still hurt. But I vowed not to let that dampen the hours we had left.
Tate wore a huge smile as he finally approached our table with the plates. Though despite my resolution, it only amplified my anticipatory anxiety over the impending heartbreak. Taking a deep breath, I squelched the feeling just in time as he sat across from me.
“I’m surprised you didn’t just carry the entire buffet back with you,” I said as he set the food down.
“Well, we worked up an appetite, didn’t we?”
“We absolutely did.” My stomach growled as I selected a ham and cheese croissant and took a big bite.
Tate and I had a pleasant lunch until I looked over and noticed the woman he had been talking to the other night. She kept glancing in our direction.
“Looks like your friend can’t stop staring at us.”
He didn’t even bat an eyelash. “Let her look.”
“I have to say… I love this version of you who doesn’t overthink everything.” I tilted my head. “Who did you say she was again?”
“She’s a family friend.”
Glancing over again, I nodded. “I see.”
“She took it upon herself to have her mother call my mom after she saw us, actually.” He chuckled.
“What?” I stopped mid-chew. “She told you they were going to call your mother?”