The Deal Dilemma Read Online Meagan Brandy

Categories Genre: Angst, College, Contemporary, New Adult, Virgin Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 153
Estimated words: 148704 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 744(@200wpm)___ 595(@250wpm)___ 496(@300wpm)
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He wasn’t lying when he said there would be more to follow, there was.

After the first time, my first time—good-freaking-bye, virginity!—we fell asleep, but the second I shifted in his arms, his hand left mine, and disappeared between my legs. He cupped me, pressing his fingers against my clit until it throbbed, pressing my ass into him. He rolled me onto my back then, and settled between my thighs, taking me slower than before.

It was a sweet suffering I’d welcome any day.

I had slept most of the night, so I had lain awake in his arms for a while before he woke to use the restroom, and when he came back, he was hard. I met him at the foot of the bed, and he effectively put me back to sleep.

Time has evaded me, the curtains drawn closed to keep even a guess from settling in, but for the last five minutes, Crew has been teasing, coaxing me to wake when I secretly have been for the last hour.

His lips press to my bare shoulder, down my arm, and then the bed dips, the heat of his body radiating onto me, telling me he’s half hovering above. It’s confirmed when his lips find my jaw, his hair tickling my temple.

“I know you’re awake, Sweets,” he whispers. “Open those eyes and let me fulfill a fantasy of mine.”

My lips spread into a full smile instantly, and his chuckle warms my cheek.

“What fantasy?” I ask, keeping my eyes firmly closed.

“Mm, tell me one of yours, and I’ll tell you the one I’m talking about…”

“In a spa. One with jets.”

He moans, kissing my neck briefly. “That’s a good one.”

“Tell me yours.”

He rolls me over, and I grin as I work hard to keep my lids locked shut, my legs falling open for him, but he doesn’t climb between them.

The heat of his hand falls to my bare hip, his thumb drawing slow circles beneath the weight of the blanket before sliding up my ribs. He squeezes there, and then cool air prickles my skin, the blanket pulled back until it lies bunched below my navel. He’s perched on his elbow above me and holds himself still.

My nipples pebble, and I know he’s grinning without looking. I’m about to give in, tension and nervousness tangling within me, but then he speaks, his words far from what I expect.

“I was the last thing you saw before you went to sleep, baby. Let me be the first you see when you wake.”

My eyelids flick open instantly, and the smile on Crew’s face has my heart jumping in my chest.

“Morning, Sweets.”

My cheeks flame, and he laughs, low and lingering.

Slow and steady, the curves of his lips settle into a soft line, his focus shifting from one part of me to the next. His gaze, uncannily intense, is like a warm caress across my skin, melting my muscles into mush against the mattress. It’s as if he’s massaging me with his eyes, loving on me with his mind.

Desperate for his kiss, I reach up, gliding my fingers along the growing stubble on his chin, and this man, this beastly, beautiful man, leans into my touch, his eyes closing, if only for a second.

The same need fluttering through us both, we seem to arch at the same second, the same pace, until our lips meet in the middle. The kiss is tender, promising, and my lungs demand a full inhale.

Crew pulls back first, pressing his forehead to mine. “Up, Sweets. Get dressed. We got somewhere to be.”

Curiosity sharp, I grin. “Where?”

“Somewhere.”

“Oh.” I crawl off the bed as he does. “I like this.”

A large arm wraps around my naked body, the other coming down for a fistful of ass. “I like this.”

“I’ve arrived at that conclusion already.”

Crew chuckles, tapping my ass with a swift little slap. “Clothes, my nerd. Now.”

As if he might regret his playful demand, he swiftly spins, disappearing into his bedroom.

I pull a yellow sundress out, one with thin straps and a flowy waist, the kind that will blow up and blind me with the wind, so I tug on a pair of spandex shorts beneath it to be safe. Last thing I want is Crew going apeshit if it happens and a man is within, you know, ten miles or so. He’s hit enough people because of me this month.

In the bathroom, I part my hair down the middle, smoothing it flat to my head, and slicking it back into a low, crisp bun, adding a Runtz bobby pin to both sides, the banana popping against my dress.

Crew’s in the kitchen when I walk out, pulling sandwich stuff out and setting it on the counter. “Ham or turkey?”

“Salami.”

He laughs, glancing at me, and he does a double take, a heady sigh leaving him as he glares at the hem of my dress.


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