Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 79898 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 399(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79898 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 399(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
“Fuck!” I screamed, arching my back and twisting my body and grinding my clit against Nico’s hand. I saw stars as the pleasure exploded in my body, ramping to an intense climax that left me breathless and gasping for air. Nico grunted and bucked, thrusting his body against mine and filling me with that perfect cock. He groaned my name under his breath and thrust hard as his cock began to spasm inside of me. As he came, he tangled his hands in my hair and kissed me deeply, leaving me shaking and sweating and wanting more.
As my skin began to cool, Nico pulled out of me and yanked up his pants. Immediately, I realized what we’d just done and it was almost enough to make me panic. I gasped as I hopped down from his desk and tugged my skirt down, smoothing it over my waist and hips. It was impossibly wrinkled, but that didn’t matter.
After all, I’d just quit my job.
I pulled on my bra and blouse, leaving my panties on the floor. A little thing for him to remember me by, I thought.
Strangely, the thought made me almost sad. I didn’t get it – working for Nico had been a primarily nightmarish experience of late nights and angry emails at three in the morning.
“This isn’t it,” Nico said, interrupting my train of thought.
I looked at him. He was still breathing hard and he had swept his stunning black hair away from his forehead.
“We’ll see each other again soon,” Nico added.
I swallowed hard. How could I tell him that I was already moving on? My body was still tingling and tense from the amazing orgasm I’d just had, but in my head, I was planning my next move.
I’d always been like that – a real planner. It was something that had gotten me through college in three years and to the top of the pay scale when it came to being an assistant.
Now that I was planning to leave Nico and his sports agency behind, I felt almost ... well, sad maybe wasn’t the right word.
Nostalgic, I thought as I finally tore my eyes from Nico’s sapphire gaze and walked out of his office.
It was strange that I should be feeling this way. Nico and I had had such an acrimonious relationship that it was almost hard to believe I was quitting instead of getting fired.
And even though the sex had been out-of-this-world amazing, it was still time for me to move on. Time for me to find a job with a boss who didn’t spend hours hurling abuses at me.
Time for me to take charge of my own life and make things right.
1
Harper – Nearly Four Years Later. Saturday.
“Harp? You ready?”
I looked up from the floor of my childhood bedroom and saw my brother, Topher, standing in the doorway. In his arms was my daughter, Ada, who was clutching her favorite stuffed bunny.
“Almost,” I said, putting my hands on my hips. “I feel like there’s something I’m forgetting.”
“Ada, you’ve got to lay off the snacks,” Topher said teasingly. He pretended to groan as he set my daughter down on her little feet. “You’re getting to weigh a ton!”
Ada, three years old and unfazed by fat shaming, giggled.
I glared at him. “You’re going to give her a complex,” I said. “Like that’s the last thing she needs.”
“I was just kidding,” Topher replied. He squatted down to Ada’s height and ruffled her brown hair. “You know, your uncle Toph is really going to miss you. You’ll have to blow your mom off and come visit sometime, won’t you?”
“We’ll be back all the time,” I said. “You know Boston isn’t that far from New York.”
Topher laughed shortly. “Yes,” he said. “And I also know that people in New York love to pretend like no other city exists.”
I laughed, for real this time. “Yeah, well, it’s the best,” I said with a shrug. “That’s why I’m moving back, after all.”
Topher scooped Ada into his arms and I heard him carry her downstairs. Then, I looked around at the bedroom that I’d once found so huge. When I had been a kid and my dad moved Topher and me to Boston, I’d hated it – the city had frightened me. But it hadn’t taken long for me to get curious, and soon I’d loved exploring the streets and alleys. Growing up in New England meant that it would be in my blood forever ... but I would have been lying to say that I hadn’t missed New York City with every fiber of my being.
Now, almost four years after leaving, I was finally moving back. It had taken me a while to get back on my feet again – even with savings, pregnancy and childbirth had been insanely expensive. And then my dad had fallen head-over-heels in love with being a grandfather. He had spoiled Ada rotten, and I was looking forward to making sure my daughter once again knew what a vegetable actually tasted and looked like.