Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 32320 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 162(@200wpm)___ 129(@250wpm)___ 108(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 32320 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 162(@200wpm)___ 129(@250wpm)___ 108(@300wpm)
His finger touched her clitoris, grazing it, making her shiver.
He took his hand away, sitting back in his chair. Jessica heard the whimper that came out of her throat. She wanted him so badly she could practically taste it. Now she was the one on the edge. She needed to see where this would go—how far he could take her.
His hand stroked up and down that magnificent cock. His eyes darkened, but the terrible despair was gone, replaced with honest desire.
She’d put that look on his face. She had something to give him, too.
“I’d like you to suck my cock. I’m going to teach you how, and I expect you to remember.”
She leaned in, eager to learn.
Chapter One
Six Months Later
Aspen, Colorado
The snow seemed endless, a blanket of white falling from the sky. Jessica peered through the window of her sedan. The wipers were working overtime. The thud sound was the only rhythm that mattered now. She’d turned off the radio, unwilling to be distracted by anything. Mountain driving was turning out to be a nightmare.
It was far more stressful than city traffic on a Friday afternoon. She was a sea-level girl. Mountain driving would have been anxiety provoking even in the best of circumstances. She was driving up the mountain in the middle of a snowstorm. It was her first trip to Colorado, and she feared it might be her last.
Stay calm. Everything’s all right.
If she concentrated and went slow, she would make it. Reid had been explicit in his instructions. She was in the vehicle Reid had left at the airport for her. It had snow tires and she was inching along. The Aspen Retreat was only a mile away.
She was going to be okay.
She told herself that far too often these days. Okay. It was all she could aspire to.
Jessica let her mind wander even as her eyes stayed glued to the road. Unfortunately, her mind drifted exactly where she didn’t want it to go. Though her eyes were on the road, she was back in that place, in that moment that wouldn’t let her go no matter how hard she tried to forget. Images of that night six months before flashed through her mind.
Gideon’s hands in her hair.
Gideon tying her to the headboard of his bed.
Gideon taking her roughly and demanding that she enjoy it.
Gideon telling her to leave.
She shook her head and tried to concentrate on the road. She wasn’t going to think of Gideon. She’d lost too much of the last year loving that man, and she wasn’t going to waste another minute. Except she couldn’t help it. The memory was always there…
“Lick the head,” Gideon had commanded, pushing the plum-shaped head of his cock toward her.
Her tongue had obediently shot forward. God, she’d wanted that taste so badly. She’d dreamed of him from the first moment she’d seen him. She’d whirled her tongue around the bulbous head of Gideon’s cock, for the first time in twenty-seven years understanding the inclination to swallow a man down. He’d tasted like salty heaven, and she knew what had been wrong with her previous sexual encounters. They hadn’t been with him.
“That’s right, sweetheart. Just like that.” His praise had gone a long way in helping her shed her inhibitions. “You’re very submissive. Open wider. I want to fuck your mouth, Jessica. You’re going to let me fuck your mouth, aren’t you?”
She hadn’t answered. She hadn’t felt the need to. She’d merely done as he asked and opened wide. He’d taken immediate advantage, shoving his cock deep. She’d tried to steady herself against his thighs.
“Hands back, Jessica,” he’d ordered roughly. When she’d faltered, he’d made himself more clear. “Behind your back. Clasp your hands behind your back. Thread your fingers together. Use only your mouth on me. I’ll tie you up later. Right now, just obey me.”
He’d fucked her mouth. He’d held her hair and shoved his cock in and out of her lips. The whole time he’d told her how beautiful she was, how much he enjoyed her. Her jaw had ached because of his size, but she’d never even thought of complaining because Gideon told her he was crazy about the way she sucked him. When he hit the back of her throat, she’d swallowed around him. He’d thrown his head back and filled her mouth.
The ground beneath her was suddenly unsteady, and Jessica came out of her reverie. Gideon Michaels was going to be the death of her. Even six months after she’d walked out of his life, the memory was still there, still an aching wound.
She cursed as she calmly righted the car. She had to concentrate, or she was going to go over the edge. She wasn’t about to die. Not when she was finally going to head down the right path.
She wasn’t in Colorado for her health. She had come here to find herself. To let go of the past and start on her future.