Total pages in book: 53
Estimated words: 50620 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 253(@200wpm)___ 202(@250wpm)___ 169(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 50620 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 253(@200wpm)___ 202(@250wpm)___ 169(@300wpm)
Hell, yes.
“No,” I lied as I entered the room. “I was just thinking about something.”
“Yeah, I could see that.” He grinned. “Like riding my cock?”
I sighed. “No, you idiot. Unlike you, I don’t think about sex all the time.”
“Uh-huh. And for the record, I don’t think about sex all the time.”
“Most of the time.”
He snorted. “Only when you’re around.”
Ignoring him, I walked into the ensuite bathroom to get some space from him. My heart hammered in my chest, ready to make an escape. Will had an alarming effect on me, but I would never admit that to him.
I moved into the walk-in closet I could access from the bathroom and my bedroom. This place was too damn big for one person, especially for someone who had so little clothing and personal items. I couldn’t even fill the other bedrooms in the apartment. Most of them were full of extra junk and old photos and knickknacks.
I stripped out of my clothes and stood in the closet in my panties and bra. Will caused my head and body to swim with too many emotions.
Three months, I reminded myself. You can do this.
I slipped into a pair of silky pajama shorts and the matching spaghetti strap top sans bra. Probably not the smartest thing to wear in bed with Will, but I couldn’t sleep in layers of clothing.
“You okay in there?” Will called out.
Do I have to leave the closest?
Yes… No.
Stop acting like a baby.
Sucking down my fear, I left the closet and finished up in the bathroom before entering the bedroom in my skimpy pajamas.
“Mmm.” Will sat with his legs spread at the edge of the mattress, licking his lips as he appraised my almost naked body.
“Keep it in your pants,” I shot back.
“I’d rather you sit on my face.” He tapped the bed. “Get over here.”
“Will,” I chided. “You know the rules.”
“Right,” he groaned. “No sex. No touching. Blah, blah, blah.” He slumped back on a stack of pillows. “This arrangement sucks.”
“Deal with it.” I tapped his thick thigh. “Move over.”
He slid across the mattress and onto the left side. Will fluffed two pillows and leaned them against the headboard before resting his head on them. His eyes met mine as I laid back and slid under the covers, tugging the sheet over my breasts.
“You don’t have to hide from me,” he said in a mocking tone. “It’s not like I don’t know what’s hidden under the sheet.”
I stared up at the ceiling. “Go to sleep, Will.”
He got out of bed, and I forced myself not to look. Will looked too good in his tight boxers, too good in anything. If we’d had more than a sexual relationship, maybe I would have been able to think of something other than sex.
He flicked off the dim overhead lights, bathing the room in darkness. I let out a sigh of relief that we no longer had to look at each other. Seeing him in all of his masculine glory was doing too much to my lady bits.
Will hopped into bed, and I rolled onto my side with my back to him. He rustled around for a minute, rocking me. My heart was pounding hard and fast, so loud I could hear it beating in my ears. Could Will hear it too?
I attempted to still my breathing and shoved my face into the pillow. Of course, Will never missed a beat. His fingers dug into my hip as he dipped down to speak against my ear.
“You okay?” Will whispered.
“Yeah,” I lied. “I’m fine. Just go to sleep.”
His hard body molded to my back. “Liar.”
I sucked in a deep breath, trying to ignore his cock growing hard against my backside. “Will, please. Go to sleep.”
“I’m wide awake now.”
“Sorry, I can’t help you.”
“I can’t sleep when I’m this hard,” he said as he moved against me. “I usually jerk off before I go to bed. But my bossy wife won’t let me.”
“Still can’t help you.”
He kissed the side of my neck. “You know you want to…”
“Stop torturing me.” I shoved him off me. “Close your eyes and imagine yourself falling asleep.”
He laid his head on the edge of my pillow, his breath heating my cheek. “I’d rather imagine burying my cock inside you.”
“Oh, my God, Will. Simmer down, will you?”
With a groan, Will moved back to his side of the bed, while I tried to calm my racing heart, knowing sleep would be impossible.
Chapter Seventeen
WILL
I was winning our bet. Eventually, Clarke would cave and we’d be a sweaty mess of limbs, twisted up in her sheets. She thought I had no self-control, when I had never been more in control. I wanted her to end this stupid bet, so we could get back to doing what we were good at. Sex was how I found a connection with her. And without that part of our relationship, we were struggling.