Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 75457 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 377(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75457 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 377(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
“That sounds like her.” He smiles softly. “She was something else.”
“Everyone has a memory of Denia and Carrick.” I smile. “Burton went to a dinner party with them in Los Angeles forty years ago and watched them dance the night away. Marc has a home movie that Carrick shot at the beach house. I met up with Rosetta Ballew last night. Her dad had some pictures in an album from a conference they all attended. They are some breathtaking shots of your grandparents.”
“I want to see them.”
“I’ll show you.” I sigh. “I’ll show you everything I have so far.”
“You’ve been keeping this secret for a while now.” He rubs his jaw. “You could have told me, Sinclair.”
I step closer so I can plant a soft kiss on his chin. “If I told you about the book, I’d have to reveal that I know your secret too, and I wasn’t sure if you were ready for me to know.”
He closes his eyes. “How long have you known?”
“Burton told me when we had dinner together.”
“When was that?”
I smile. “Remember the true gentleman that sent me flowers?”
“You’re fucking kidding.” He lets out a deep-seated chuckle. “That was Burton? I should have known he’d be the one to tell all.”
“You should tell all,” I whisper as I lock eyes with him. “You should tell all to Holden. Tell him what you did.”
CHAPTER FIFTY
Jameson
Sinclair’s body twists under mine. My cock is buried deep inside her, the need to drive her to the edge overtaking everything else.
“Oh, God,” she breathes the two words out, wrapped in a soft moan. “You’re so good.”
I bury my face in her neck to hide the broad smile on my face. I want to be good. I want to be her best. Christ, I want to be Sinclair’s only lover until I die.
“I’m close.”
I can feel it, but the way her voice sounds is a gift to me. She’s lost in the moment. The sheer pleasure she is feeling is driving every movement of her body.
I plunge deeper and harder, exhaling harshly as I try to keep my release at bay.
She’s already come once under my tongue, but I want this more.
I want to feel Sinclair’s velvet heat wrapped around me as she orgasms.
I get my wish when I feel her tense beneath me.
Her nails claw at my shoulders as she screams my name.
Before she’s through that climax, I scoop a hand under her ass and flip us over in a single movement.
Her eyes search mine, looking for direction.
“Ride me,” I bite out through clenched teeth as I ward off the desire to drive my hips up. “I want another.”
“You want another?” Her voice is soft and wrapped in a chuckle. “You want me to come again?”
I reach up to cup her tit in my hand. My thumb runs over her perked nipple. “One more before I blow my load.”
She wiggles on top of me, sending a vibration through my cock that leaves me breathless and aching for more.
“Sex with you is everything.” Her eyes latch onto mine. “I’ve been missing out on this for years.”
I huff out a laugh that sounds strangled. It is, with need. “Fuck me, Sinclair.”
Her lips find mine, and as she kisses me roughly, I drive up and into her, knowing I’ll do whatever it takes to make this woman happy every day for the rest of her life.
An hour later, I stumble out of my bed and slide on a pair of jeans before tugging a T-shirt over my head.
I’m dead tired, but I woke to find Sin gone.
It’s past midnight, so she either decided to take her dog for a late night walk or she’s retreated to her bed.
I was rough when I fucked her.
She was on top, and after she came again, I took her from behind.
I chased my orgasm by digging my fingers into her hip and driving my dick into her over and over.
Her hair was wrapped in my fist as I told her how good she was and how much I loved fucking her.
I came, but not before she did again.
She cried out that time. My name sounded broken as it fell from her lips, and cut through me.
I held her after that, keeping her as close to me as possible.
Apparently, at some point, she wiggled her way free to find solace outside of my arms.
I exit my room and follow a trail of light that leads into the library.
When I round the doorway, I spot her immediately, sitting in a chair in the corner with her legs crossed and a large book in her lap.
She’s wearing one of my white button-down shirts. Her hair frames her face. Her cheeks are flushed, and her lips are swollen.
I wish to fuck I had my phone with me so I could save this as a picture forever.