Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 59154 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 296(@200wpm)___ 237(@250wpm)___ 197(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 59154 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 296(@200wpm)___ 237(@250wpm)___ 197(@300wpm)
I grabbed my phone and slipped back inside, grabbing a towel from the laundry room and drying off. Once done, I went off to search the place for clues to Chapman’s whereabouts.
I found his quarters following the scent of shifter. It was faded. He hadn’t been here in a while, as Lyssa had indicated. I picked the lock to his giant bedroom and went through his things. A billionaire’s wardrobe. Fancy cowboy boots that had never seen a speck of real dust. Nothing personal–no photographs or papers.
I found his office and started to pick the lock but found it open.
A neat stack of open mail was on the desk. I picked up the letter on top and sniffed it.
It smelled like Lyssa. This was part of her caretaker’s duties, then.
I investigated the office, looking for a safe or secret panel or whatever other weird shit billionaire villains incorporated into their work, but I found nothing.
Again, no personal photos or papers. Nothing to show the guy ever came to the property, really. It was like a show home. Probably a ten thousand acre tax write-off.
This property wasn’t where he did any of the shit he was accused of. As I texted Rob my findings, I heard Lyssa stirring in the bedroom.
Fuck! I silently dashed down the stairs and barreled toward Lyssa’s wing–
“Johnny?”
I shot into the kitchen, ditching my phone on top of the refrigerator before I opened it. “Oh hey, baby.” I made my voice slow and sleepy, even though my heart was pumping. “Are you hungry? I was just getting a glass of milk.”
“Oh, I thought you were sneaking out or something.”
I turned, carton of milk in hand and looped an arm around her waist. “No chance of that, baby. Flat tire, remember? Besides, if you haven’t noticed, I’m naked as the day I was born.” I winked, and she smiled up at me, then leaned her head against my chest.
“This is crazy,” she mumbled. “You’re crazy.”
“Yep.” I kissed the top of her head, closed my eyes and breathed her in. “Crazy for you.”
10
EMMA
I woke to the pleasure of a man’s body curved around mine. I was in Montana, in a giant luxurious bed, spooning with a hot cowboy. Johnny had one arm draped protectively around me, and his length molded to my back.
This felt like a dream.
All of yesterday, from the moment Hot Cowboy showed up at my door, felt like a dream.
Like the moment I decided to say I was Lyssa and quit my job, I got lucky, too.
Somehow, things just magically fell into place for me. One minute, I was burning cookies, the next a gorgeous, attentive man stepped into the house and took care of all my sexual needs. He took care of needs I didn’t even know I had. And boy, did I have them now.
Of course, all good things had to come to an end. He had to go back to the ranch where he worked. I had to stop pretending I was Lyssa and figure out the next steps for my life. I also had to pretend to be Lyssa long enough to climb from the bed, toss him his clothes, and wave him off when he drove away without a second thought. Did she really do this, have a wild and sexy romp with a guy, and with the rising sun, just… move on? Were her feelings for people so shallow? So light? I wasn’t sure I could be like that because I felt something for Johnny and more than insane pleasure.
He’d said he was crazy for me. I was crazy for him, too. And perhaps a touch just plain old crazy.
I sighed and shifted, my ass pressing back against him, and his cock instantly thickened against me. Oh my.
“Good morning, beautiful.”
Beautiful. I didn’t get called that often, unlike Lyssa, even though we were identical. It was just that she wore beautiful. She expressed beautiful. She lived it.
I caged it. Held it back. Kept it in reserve, so I wouldn’t get too much attention.
Lyssa had always sucked up all the attention in the room. Even now when we rarely saw each other and were no longer in the same room for people to compare.
Johnny’s hand slid up my side to cup my breast.
“Mmm.” I melted back into him.
He brushed his thumb over the tip of my nipple, making it tighten and grow hard. His teeth nipped at my shoulder, and he groaned, his dick getting longer where it was trapped against my ass. He shifted, and it nested between my legs, the soft head gliding over my entrance.
Damn, was I already wet? He hadn’t even touched me down there yet. My body seemed to heat and ripen any time I was near this man.
“Do you have another condom?” I murmured.
His breath hitched as his cock pumped in the gap between my legs and pussy. “Oh, baby.” He sounded almost pained. Like he needed me as badly as I seemed to need him. “You want to ride your cowboy again?”