Total pages in book: 137
Estimated words: 127201 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 636(@200wpm)___ 509(@250wpm)___ 424(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 127201 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 636(@200wpm)___ 509(@250wpm)___ 424(@300wpm)
“You good?” he questions as my bottom lip disappears between my teeth.
“I scratched the shit out of your back.”
“And?”
“I could have hurt you.”
Caesar just scoffs as though the thought of me being capable of causing any type of significant damage is laughable, and as I roll my eyes, I drop my hand to his chest. Only I don’t have the strength to hold it up, and it falls right to my thigh.
I follow the movement, and when I find Caesar’s tie lying forgotten on the edge of the loveseat, almost falling off, I swipe it, clutching the silky material between my fingers.
“Why do you call me hellcat?” I ask, wrapping the tie around my hand before quickly unwrapping it again.
“Isn’t it clear, sweet girl?” he questions, lifting his hand and clutching the side of my face, his thumb brushing my jaw before trailing across my lips. “It’s because of that wild spirit. I saw it that very first night you came here, well before you were with my son. You’re beautiful, like a delicate flower, poised like a fragile little kitten who thinks she can roar. But that’s not you at all, is it?”
I shake my head, and he goes on. “You’re a nasty little devil with something to prove. You take what you want, and nothing holds you back. There’s no stopping you. Your confidence is addictive, and that wild spirit is intoxicating. You’re a hellcat through and through.”
“Is that so?”
“Mm-hmm.”
“Then let’s put that to the test, shall we?” I ask, finding Caesar’s wrists and binding them together, just as he’d done to me. “You’ve had your fun, and now it’s my turn. So be a good little boy and get to your knees. You’ve got work to do.”
11
TILLY
How many girls get to say they screwed their fuck buddy’s hot dad in an exclusive sex club and it absolutely blew their mind? Not many. Not many at all!
Just the thought of it has me laughing to myself as I cut across the college campus on Saturday afternoon. It’s been a long day, and after spending a few hours in the study hall, trying to prepare for the huge assessment I have early in the week, I’m finally heading back to my small apartment that I share with Chloe.
I have crammed as much information into my brain as I can possibly handle, and now that my head thoroughly hurts, I can’t wait to get home and unwind with a bottle of wine. On second thought, maybe I need something a little stronger.
I get halfway across campus when my phone buzzes in my pocket, and I pull it out before finding a new text from Aspen.
Aspen: Caesar Di Rozé????? Girl, he’s fine! Who would have known you were such a hussy for the silver foxes? Not gonna lie, you shocked the shit out of me with that one!
A laugh bubbles up my throat, and my thumbs immediately start moving across the screen.
Tilly: Damn. That Izaac sure has a big mouth. Do you two literally tell each other everything?
Aspen: Duh! He couldn’t even wait until he got home. He was dishing all those juicy details before he’d even made it back to his office. I bet I knew all about your sexcapades before Caesar had even touched you. Though you should ask Becs about him. She’s experienced that one first-hand, and all I can say is . . . WHOA! Congrats, girl. If this is an ongoing thing, you’ve hit the man-meat jackpot!
I start thinking of how to explain this strange relationship between me and Caesar when the sound of someone coming up behind me has me glancing back.
“Hey,” the guy says, his feet pounding against the pavement as he jogs toward me. “You’re Tilly, right?”
“Uhhhh, yeah,” I say slowly, clutching my bag just a little tighter. He doesn’t strike me as the type who’s going to mug me in broad daylight, but you never know with these frat boys. They’re unpredictable, and that makes them dangerous.
As the guy gets a little closer and comes to a stop just a few feet away, I realize that there’s something familiar about him, only I can’t quite put my finger on it. I’ve seen him somewhere, but I’m certain I’ve never had a conversation with him. I’d remember that. I’m usually pretty good with faces.
“I’m Jordan,” he says as though I’m supposed to know who that is.
“Okaaaay.”
His brows furrow, and he almost looks offended. “I’m Zeph’s friend. He would have told you about me.”
I shake my head, knowing damn well that I would have remembered a conversation about one of Zeph’s friends. After all, I’m always on the lookout for friends of the guys I’m hooking up with, just in case one of them might be Chloe’s type.
This guy definitely isn’t, but there’s no doubting that those rare times when the stars align are always incredible. We have the best times together, and it’s even better when those times end up with both of us getting railed. Separately, of course. Chloe isn’t the super adventurous type, but I’m sure she would be for the right guy. Assuming she’s comfortable, of course.