Total pages in book: 165
Estimated words: 166103 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 831(@200wpm)___ 664(@250wpm)___ 554(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 166103 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 831(@200wpm)___ 664(@250wpm)___ 554(@300wpm)
She rolled her eyes. “You’re starting to sound like Judd. I’m sorry if I upset him.”
“Upset him?”
“He kind of stormed off earlier.” Which had ruined any appetite she had.
“Oh, yeah. Upset? Maybe. Turned on? Horny? Definitely. Owen wasn’t wrong when he said we’d all be jacking off tonight, thinking about those noises you made.”
She groaned, stopping to put her hands over her face.
“Hey, don’t be embarrassed.”
“How can I not be?”
He moved her hands from her face. “Because I thought they were fucking hot. I’m still thinking hard about it. Owen is a lucky bastard.”
They’d stopped outside the door to her suite. Feeling brave, she ran her hand down his chest, stopping just before she got to his dick.
He stared down at her hungrily. “Put your hand on me. Please.”
Owen would never have said please. But it just reminded her how different they all were.
And how much she wanted all of them.
She placed her hand on his cock , making Beck moan. “Freckles, that feels so good.”
She glanced around, but there was no one close. Since they were in the shadows of the building, she pushed her hand under his sweatpants, running her hand up and down his thick shaft.
His breathing stuttered.
She’d never done anything this daring in her life. It was exciting.
“Freckles, you have to stop.” He grabbed her wrist gently.
She froze. “I’m sorry. Did I hurt you?”
He gave a quiet laugh. “No. The opposite. It was starting to feel too good.”
She licked her lips. She wanted to taste him. To hear him come. “I could take care of that for you.”
“Thank you.” He cupped her face between his hands. “But you’re tired and you need to sleep.”
“I had a nap. I’m good. I won’t go to sleep yet. Please.”
She winced as she said that. If he rejected her . . .
“I haven’t got the self-control to say no when you say please.”
“Then, please, please, please,” she begged.
“Oh, someone is naughty,” he murmured. “Not playing fair.”
“Sorry, Daddy Beck.”
She wasn’t. She wasn’t sorry at all.
“Sassy monkey. I think that you need to be punished.”
“Nope. I’m a good girl.”
“Hmm, we’ll see. Are you asking me in?”
She sucked in a breath. It was risky. If Jonathan was home or came back and tried to talk to her . . .
“Hey, it’s all right. I don’t have to come in.”
“I want you to, though. But Jonathan probably wouldn’t like it.”
“Well, Jonathan doesn’t have to know. Wait here. I have to go in and make sure that the place is secure first.”
“All right,” she said breathlessly.
“Wait here. Make sure you’re a good girl for me.”
She’d do whatever he wanted if he just kissed her like that again.
He returned quickly. To her surprise, he swept her up into his arms and carried her inside, shutting the door behind him.
Then he walked with her into her bedroom.
“You’re very strong.”
He snorted. “You weigh nothing.” He placed her down on the bed. His touch was so careful, reverent.
It made her feel cherished.
He switched on the bedside lamp, then sat next to her, staring down at her.
“I didn’t notice this earlier today.” He touched the necklace. She’d changed back into her dress before leaving their place.
Surprisingly, she hadn’t wanted to take off Judd’s T-shirt.
Nope, she’d wanted to wrap it around her like a security blanket. Which was crazy since she still thought he didn’t like her.
“I, um, Owen gave it to me.”
Beck froze.
“Owen?”
“Uh-huh.”
“Did he? That’s . . . interesting.”
“Why?” she asked, confused at his tone.
He shook his head. “Doesn’t matter. Owen isn’t here right now. I am. I need to make sure you want this. Want me. If it’s moving too fast, we don’t have to do anything. We can just talk and cuddle.”
She loved that he wanted to do that.
But that wasn’t what she was interested in right now. Seemed like years of going without being touched, of not having much desire to have sex was all catching up on her.
She was turning into a hussy.
“I love that you want to cuddle.” She reached up to pull him down to her. “But I want you to fuck me. Then cuddle me.”
“Yeah?” he said, wonder filling his voice.
Why would he be so shocked? He was gorgeous and kind, but with an edge of dominance . . . women had to be clamoring to get to him.
“Oh yeah. Do you . . . do you think it’s wrong that I want you just after Owen and me . . .” She wasn’t sure exactly how this all worked. They were used to sharing, but was it okay to go from one to the other?
“Hey. Look at me.” He waited until her gaze met his. “It’s not wrong at all. This is the sort of relationship we want. It’s what we like. We’re used to sharing. Not saying that sometimes we don’t get jealous. Like I said, I think Judd felt a bit of the green-eyed monster earlier. But that is no fault of yours. You are doing nothing wrong, understand?”