Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22032 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 110(@200wpm)___ 88(@250wpm)___ 73(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22032 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 110(@200wpm)___ 88(@250wpm)___ 73(@300wpm)
“Beckett’s old college buddy is doing the remodel,” he tells me as he pulls in front of the house.
It’s set back from the road, the pale blue siding almost white against the bright summer sky. Stacks of lumber and neat rows of pavers line the edge of the circular driveway, signs that the construction isn’t done but is getting close.
I take in the wide, sheltering porch wrapping around one side of the house and back again.
“It’s so much more than I expected,” I tell him, and it comes out less composed, more breathless than I intended.
His brow lifts, and a wide grin stretches across his face. “You like it?”
“I love it.”
Atlas throws the car into park and jumps out. “Come on!” he calls, and he sounds like a little kid on Christmas morning. “Wait ‘til you see the rest.”
Atlas pulls me through the door, his words eager and scattered as he shows off each inch of the place. The front entry alone is bigger than our apartment.
We turn a corner and stop in the kitchen, and I can tell this is his favorite place in the whole house. “They completely changed the setup,” he explains, gesturing toward the massive island at the center of the room. “I wanted plenty of room to test my cooking skills.”
We cross through the kitchen, his hand resting on the small of my back, making me shiver, and I’m tempted to throw myself at him right now. Atlas Hot has turned me into a nymphomaniac.
There are three bedrooms upstairs, just as bright and inviting as the rest of the house. The floors are unfinished, and I get a splinter through my flip-flop that reminds me we’re in a construction zone. Atlas pulls me into his lap as I inspect my foot, and he plucks it out with care, all the while explaining how he envisions the spaces. Kid rooms, he says, and my heart stutters when I think about our future.
“I love your house,” I say, too loud, too breathless, and Atlas shakes his head.
“Our house,” he corrects and wraps his arms around me.
“It feels like a dream,” I tell him, needing to hear it and needing to say it. “Like I’m going to wake up and find out none of it is real.”
“It’s all very real.” He gently tips my chin with his thumb as he stares down at me with love shining from his dark eyes. “Now that I’ve got you, I’m never letting you go. You’re fucking stuck with me.”
“Sounds like a plan to me,” I say, my voice catching and cracking in the same beat.
He wraps his arms around me, his kiss as strong and fierce as the first one, the one that made me feel like a kid again, head over heels and out of control and completely and totally in love. I melt against him, all my doubts about the future slipping away as he traces my back with his fingers.
Eloise and I wake up in a tangle of sheets, knowing that today’s a new start.
Her skin is warm against mine, her curves pressed into me like she’s trying to melt into my body. I can still feel the ghost of her nails raking down my back from last night, and my cock twitches at the memory, already half-hard and begging for another round.
She stretches, and fuck me, it’s like watching a goddess come to life. Her arms arch above her head, her tits pushing against the thin bedsheet, nipples pebbling like they’re begging for my mouth. Her legs shift, and the sheet slips down just enough to reveal the curve of her ass, smooth and round and all goddamn mine. I’m fighting every damn instinct in my body not to say “fuck the move” and keep her here all day, staying buried deep inside her until neither of us can fucking move.
“Is this really happening?” she murmurs, her voice still thick with sleep, and fuck if it doesn’t make my dick throb. She’s looking up at me with those big doe eyes, her lips curved into a smile that’s equal parts innocent and sinful.
“It is,” I growl, and before she can say another word, I’m on her. My mouth crashes down on hers, swallowing her gasp as I kiss her like I’m trying to devour her whole. Eloise has turned me into a maniac, and I don’t care. Her lips are soft, so fucking soft, and she tastes like sleep and mint and something uniquely her. My tongue slips past her lips, tangling with hers in a slow, dirty dance that has her moaning into my mouth.
Her hands slide through my hair, pulling me closer. She can’t get enough of me, and fuck, I’ll never get enough of her. My cock is fully hard now, pressing insistently against her thigh, and she shifts her hips, grinding against me with a little whimper that goes straight to my balls. I break the kiss just long enough to trail my lips down her neck, nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin until she’s squirming beneath me.