Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 72231 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 361(@200wpm)___ 289(@250wpm)___ 241(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72231 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 361(@200wpm)___ 289(@250wpm)___ 241(@300wpm)
“You said a call, not a visit.”
His gaze traces over me as I stand here in my silk pajamas. They have little love hearts on them, and I see his lips twitch at the sight. “I called. I just thought you may want that information.”
I shake my head. I’ve paid for my mother to see multiple doctors, and they all said the same thing—that there’s nothing else that can be done for her. So while hope is always there, I don’t see much I can do about this.
“Thank you. Though I do believe you just used that as an excuse to come into my home.”
“Yes, I did,” he says without shame. He looks around again. “You find out a lot about a person by where they live.”
“Yeah? So, what does my apartment say about me?” I ask, my tone snarky. However, I’m curious about his answer.
“That you prefer your alone time.”
“That is true.” I don’t invite anyone back here. Delaney is the only other person I allow into my space, and she’s only been here a few times. We usually meet at her place, or we go out. This is the only place I can feel totally safe.
And yet, here he stands, in my safe space.
And I don’t feel threatened.
“So, you never invited Luke back here?” he asks.
“How did you…” I shake my head, not even wanting that answer. “No, I did not,” I tell him. “What about you, Arlo? Do you invite many women back to your place?”
“No.”
“Never?” I ask, crossing my arms over my chest, while still gripping the papers in one hand.
He takes a step closer to me and leans in as he answers, “Never.”
I smile at that. “Interesting.”
He drags his nose along my ear and down my jawline, and I have to remember to stay still and breathe as his low and gravelly tone skates across my skin.
“The things I could do to you, Cora. The way I could make you scream,” he whispers in my ear, completely in my safe space now. With his closeness, I can feel his body heat radiating off him. It sets my body on fire.
“Yeah? Show me,” I say with a sense of fear and honesty.
Arlo steps back, a look of surprise flitting across his face before it’s gone just as fast. He then goes over to my sofa and sits. He spreads his arms on the back of the couch, then crooks a finger, indicating for me to join him as he looks at me with eyes that are dark and intimidating.
After setting the papers on the kitchen counter, I walk over to him. I can see how hard he is through his pants. He wants me, and that lights a small fire in my stomach.
“Sit on my lap, Cora. I won’t touch you in any other way.”
“Why?”
“Because I promised not to fuck you, and if I touch you, I’ll break that promise.”
“What if I want you to break that promise?” I counter.
He bites his bottom lip and chews on it as he nods to his lap. “Sit.”
SIXTEEN
ARLO
Confidential — Personal Use Only
OBSERVATIONS:
I’m used to restraint, it’s become second nature, almost bled into my very being.
But with her, that restraint feels fragile, almost impossible to maintain.
“On you?” she asks, surprised.
“Yes. Straddle me. Now.” The urge to adjust my hard cock is real. It’s straining against my fucking pants, but I want her to believe she’s in control, at least for now. And then I can break her. Slowly but surely. Any other woman, I would have gladly broken already, but this one is different in more ways than one.
“Now, Cora,” I command, and she steps toward me until she’s standing between my legs and gazing down at me. Fuck! This woman really is beautiful. I wonder how red her neck will turn when I choke her.
“Why?” she asks as she positions herself over me. The urge to pull her closer is there, but I resist, keeping my arms stretched along the back of the couch. She moves ever so slowly as she lowers herself, and it’s not until her ass is finally in my lap that I thrust up just a little. Her hands have fallen to my chest, and her mouth is rounded in a perfect O.
“Use me,” I tell her.
Her brows pinch together as she stares at me. I lean forward and, before I can stop myself, press my mouth to hers. As I push my lips harder against hers, she pushes right back. I refuse to touch her, and it’s fucking hard to hold back. I grip the beads tightly in one hand and try my best not to give in to the urge to wrap them around her throat.
She opens her mouth ever so slightly, and my tongue slips inside. She moans, and it’s like soft, elegant music to my ears. And then she starts grinding, slowly at first. I push up as much as I can to thrust against her. She clutches her fists in my shirt and whimpers.