Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 90448 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 452(@200wpm)___ 362(@250wpm)___ 301(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90448 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 452(@200wpm)___ 362(@250wpm)___ 301(@300wpm)
“I want to be that guy for you.” He kissed me.
And not just any kiss. He kissed me like he owned me, as if he’d bought me last night and my orgasm was the payment. His tongue didn’t explore my mouth. It taunted me, gliding in and out between my lips in a rhythm that reminded me of hot sex. He shifted his hand to the back of my head and trapped me to him. My bag and its contents dropped to the floor as he groaned and closed the distance between us.
God. I don’t want this to end.
I whimpered under his lips. My body waited impatiently for his hands to travel around my skin, his fingers to do naughty things to my flesh, and his cock, dear god I needed to see and feel it. My panties shifted to instantly wet. And between my legs was a searing hot heat that signaled I was ready for him.
“Jasmine,” he whispered. “All last night I pictured your face right when you came. Did you think of me last night?”
“Yes.” My smooth breathing transformed to panting as he nibbled the curve of my neck.
“Did you touch yourself when you thought of me?”
“Yes.” I arched my back to him as his hands glided to my hips and then pushed up under my shirt.
“Will you give my arrangement a chance?”
Fuck. I closed my eyes and sighed. Not again.
“Please stop.” I shoved him away with trembling fingers. “I already told you. I don’t want any part of that crazy arrangement. In fact, I’m going back to sit in my seat.”
I rose. “Thanks, but I’ll see you after the flight.”
“Wait! I won’t do that again.” He stood with me. “Let’s just hang out. I promise to be on my best behavior.”
Yeah right. I can’t even promise to be on my best behavior right now.
I raised my hands as if to say stop. “No. It’s cool. I just want to chill in the front and read my book.”
“You can read it here.” He clenched and unclenched his hands. “Give me another chance to show you I can be a good boy.”
“No. I would really feel better away from you right now.”
“Why?” He closed the distance between us. Every cell in my body screamed for him to embrace me, pull me down to the couch, and fill me with the long length I imagined in my dreams last night.
Turn around, Jasmine. To have sex or not have sex? That is the question.
I gritted my teeth.
“What’s on your mind right now?” he asked. “Your face is making those delicious expressions. Ones I thought only my fingers could make.”
The room’s temperature increased around me.
I backed up and was sure I looked like an animal trainer who had just realized the hungry tiger’s cage was open. “So . . . I’ll be in front.”
“I want you in here with me.” He targeted me with those eyes. “Stop racing away. Just give in to me now, Jasmine. You know I’ll have you eventually and when I do, you’ll hate yourself for taking so long to let me fuck you.”
I mumbled something incoherent and hurried to the bathroom at the front of the plane. His laughter trailed behind me. Heat centered in my sex as his image drowned out my thoughts.
Chapter 13
The Sisterhood of Stupidity
When the plane flew in we’d passed mountaintop castles and forts that jutted up on top of cliffs.
The view had snatched my breath from my body. I cursed myself for not bringing a camera. I’d never been anywhere overseas.
When I applied for my passport it was for a road trip with Vivian to Toronto, Canada.
She’d read some weed magazine that bragged about the country having the best marijuana in North America, so we planned a trip there on her erratic whim. And I’d made it a point for us to actually do other things in Toronto besides her smoking and me watching, which meant lots of eating and art gallery hopping.
“Wow.” I gazed at Jaipur, which was the capital of Rajasthan, India. Bright colorful fabrics decorated the women and girls. Layers of color glowed in the sky—flaming orange, flamingo pink, and soothing sky blue. Vivian would have spent all day trying to paint just this sky. I wished she were here.
I stood on a corner directly outside of our hotel, waiting for Lucy to finish whatever she had to say to the receptionist.
As soon as we landed, Lucy shadowed me the whole time. She’d followed me off the plane, helped me check-in, took me to my room, helped me unpack, and now insisted we explore the area together.
The only reason I’d allowed her invasion of my privacy was because Chase gave me space each time he’d seen her near me.
And I definitely need to stay away from him.
Besides, Lucy was fun and enjoyable to be around. Whenever I needed/wanted a time-out during work I loafed around in her office and joked with her. I was confident we’d be close friends if I made it through the year.