Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 87573 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 438(@200wpm)___ 350(@250wpm)___ 292(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87573 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 438(@200wpm)___ 350(@250wpm)___ 292(@300wpm)
“Oh—oh God,” I gasped. “Please. Please.”
My murmurs turned incomprehensible. He just chuckled and sped up. Then, it all hit a crescendo at the same time.
He roared behind me, emptying deep inside of my pussy. I screamed his name into the hotel, hoping that every cowboy in the place heard me do it. Then, I collapsed forward against the bed. Sweaty, panting, and exhausted, I crawled to put my head against a pillow and promptly passed out.
11
Whitton
The next morning should have been awkward.
Instead, I’d rolled Eve over, fucked her senseless for a third time in so many hours, and then we packed up and drove home. We didn’t even mention it on the drive. I let her pick the music, but not drive the car. There was only so much bending a man could take.
Once we got into Lubbock, she kissed me long and hard and drove herself home in her beat-up 4Runner that continued to cause her problems. And I’d sat in the parking lot, wondering what in the fuck I had just done.
I was still trying to figure it out on Monday morning as I worked on the paperwork for the Midland survey. Instead, my mind could only replay in vivid detail exactly what had happened after we completed the survey. The taste of her skin and the round of her ass and the feel of her dripping wet pussy.
“Fuck,” I growled, low and irritable.
If I didn’t get my thoughts under control, I was going to get hard at my desk. And there was nothing I could fucking do about it here. My hand certainly wouldn’t sate what Eve had awakened when she offered me a taste of her sweet sin.
“Knock, knock,” a voice said.
I cleared my throat, erasing the memories from my conscious mind, and turned to find Jensen and Jordan standing outside of my office. You’d guess they were siblings rather than cousins at first glance. It still surprised me that we all looked so much alike. If I’d had any real doubts about whether we were all related, it’d died with our appearance.
“Hey. How can I help you?” I came to my feet, buttoning my suit coat closed.
“You already are,” Jensen said. “Whitton, meet my son, Colton.”
He gestured behind him where a little mini me stood broodily. He was already almost as tall as his dad at only fifteen. His dark hair was long and moppish in what must be the current fashion. He was in a suit, and he wore it like he’d been born into it. A slouchy, disinterested posture painted across his figure.
To his credit, he met my eye straight on when he was introduced and held his hand out. “Nice to meet you.”
So, maybe he wasn’t a total shit. Just an entitled one who had grown up incredibly privileged. A fallen prince.
I shook his hand—hard. “So, you’re my new intern?”
“So they tell me.”
Jensen cleared his throat, and Colton shot his father an irritated look.
“I mean, yes.” His eyes snapped back to me. “Sir. Yes, sir. Happy to be here.”
The words were there, but the sincerity was lacking. What had I thought would happen anyway? He’d been sent here, likely against his will, for the shit he’d pulled back in New York. So, I wasn’t just saddled with the boss’s kid, but a surly, unrepentant one. Well, I could work with that.
“Great. I like my coffee with one cream and two sugars. It’s down the hall, to the left.”
“Coffee,” Colton repeated.
“At least he’s not sending you to Monomyth for the good stuff,” Jordan said with a smirk.
“They have good coffee in this town?” Colton asked with a quirk of his lips. “Doubtful.”
“Unfortunately, no coffee runs. He won’t have his license until February,” Jensen said.
Colton mumbled under his breath, “I won’t need a license in the city.”
“If you go back,” Jensen said through his teeth. He reached his hand out again. “Thanks again.”
“No problem. I can handle this.”
Jordan clapped Jensen on the shoulder and gestured for him to leave. The worried father looked back once at his troubled son and then disappeared from my office with Jordan. Colton waited for him to get on the elevator before sinking into a chair and kicking his feet up.
“Glad that’s over. Can you tell them I’m doing a good job and, like, let me out of prison?”
I brushed his feet off of my desk. “Listen here. I don’t give two shits who you were in New York City, but here, you’re nobody. A nobody who is now my responsibility. You can drop the poor little rich-boy act. It isn’t going to work on me.” I watched his cool expression morph into dismay. “I have a lot of work to do, and I’m not babysitting. You’re here to work.”
“But—”
“Coffee, one cream, two sugars.”
Colton slowly came to his feet again. His jaw was clenched, and he looked ready to argue. Thankfully, he was smarter than that. “Fine.”