Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 73174 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 366(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73174 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 366(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
The things that had slipped out of his mouth last night… I couldn’t let myself think about it for too long, because my brain and my heart and my cock were going to go places they definitely shouldn’t go.
And then, moments later, I felt the inevitable dread start to pool in the pit of my stomach. Like there was an invisible noose being tied around my neck, and I knew that later today, it would be pulled tight.
I had to go into work and face Cutmore. Face my boss and talk to him about why the Racks deal fell through, and try to somehow salvage my standing.
The clock on my bedside table read 7:06 a.m.
Not enough sleep. Not even close. But there was no way I was going to be able to sleep anymore now, and I knew I had to head into the office sooner or later and bite the bullet with Cutmore.
I tried to slide out of bed without making noise or shaking the bed.
It would be easier this way. I could slip out without being noticed and Storm would be able to get out of here without any awkward chit-chat.
Because if I knew anything, it was that after a night like last night, Storm was probably going to want to high-tail it out of here. He was probably going to slowly talk to me less and less.
I had no more buttons for him to push.
The Racks deal had fallen through, and he’d had his fun in bed with me, taking things further than either of us ever imagined. I wasn’t going to hold his interest for much longer, and it would be easier to accept that now.
Right as I was about to slide off the bed, I felt a warm pair of big, mitt-like hands clasp around my waist.
“Nice try,” Storm grumbled in a sleepy voice.
“You’re up?” I asked.
God, his hands felt good on my hips.
“I would say I’m only, like, twelve percent awake,” he murmured, his hands squeezing gently on my waist, “but my body sensed that you were up. I have a hot-guy radar system, or something.”
“Radar system, huh?” I said, leaning back a little.
“Might just be my cock,” he said.
I puffed out a laugh. “Thought you were going to slip out of here silently after I left,” I admitted.
“Nope,” he said. “Because you’re not leaving. You’re going to stay here with me in bed all day, and fuck me again, and let me fuck you, and hopefully kiss me a lot. Oh, Emmett, I had a question for you. Who’s your favorite photographer?”
I finally turned around to look at him, which was a mistake, because he looked so intensely adorable that I was drawn back to him like a magnet. His hair was all fucked up from sleep, and his eyes were barely open, the grey-blue just peeking through in the faint morning light.
He didn’t look like a person awkwardly regretting the night before.
He looked so inviting it gave me a full-body ache.
“Favorite photographer?” I asked idly, still a bit distracted by his eyelashes.
“Yeah. You have a lot of cool ones along the hallway walls.”
I nodded. “I like the classic, black-and-white street photography best. Cartier-Bresson is probably my favorite. I could never get sick of his work.”
He hummed, blinking up at me and reaching one hand up and running it along the side of my face.
“Kiss me,” he said.
Okay, maybe he did still have some buttons to push with me.
My cock perked up even though I knew I needed to get out of here. Storm was on some mission to get me to forget work even existed, as far as I could tell.
“Quit it. I have to go to work,” I said as he tugged on the side of my body.
“I know. I have to get up and shower and go in for practice, too,” he said. “Kiss me first, though?”
I leaned forward and gave him a small kiss, but in a moment he held me closer, bringing my body up tight against his. He kissed me slowly, then pressed a few more to my cheeks and my temple, finally giving me one more on the top of my head.
I’d had entire relationships without that much affection. Sad, but true. I didn’t know if Storm was still in a post-sex daze or if he really was just trying to push some new button with me, but his kisses felt…
Perfect.
Just like everything had felt last night, too.
He pulled back and looked me in the eyes, his expression turning serious.
“Don’t let your boss fuck with you, Emmett,” he said. “Okay? Can you at least promise me that?”
“Can’t exactly do much if he does decide to pass me up for the promotion,” I said. “It’s his call, at the end of the day.”
“One failed brand deal should never matter that much,” Storm said.