Total pages in book: 37
Estimated words: 36367 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 182(@200wpm)___ 145(@250wpm)___ 121(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 36367 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 182(@200wpm)___ 145(@250wpm)___ 121(@300wpm)
Even though I no longer plan on working for Garrett now. I mean, how can I? He stole Nicholas’ whole campaign for SpectarCloud.
I have to tell Nicholas that he’s got a mole in his company.
However, as I sit here, him looking at me like I’m his most prized possession, I can’t bring myself to say the words.
I can’t bring myself to tell this man I’m quickly falling for, that I was going to leave him high and dry.
A spike of uneasiness settles deep within my core. I can’t lie to him. But before I can say anything his dark eyes meet mine.
“I need you, January,” he whispers to me before planting his mouth right over mine.
I kiss him back with everything I have. With all the words I can’t bring myself to say to him. With all the feelings emerging. Have they always been there?
Have I always secretly had a thing for my boss?
Is that why I hated him so much?
Was it really something else?
All I know is the way he touches me has my body building toward this pinnacle moment. One I don’t ever want to stop.
He lies on the bed and I straddle him. We’re both completely naked, and the feeling of his dick rubbing along my core sets my skin on fire.
I want this more than anything, and all the reasons why I shouldn’t be doing this evaporate with each kiss of his lips on mine.
I need this.
And I’ll think about all of the other things later.
He kisses me tenderly, but it grows rougher by the second before we’re completely feral for one another. He whispers sweet nothings in my ear as he pushes deep inside me. I nearly shout out that I love him, but I keep quiet.
Where are these thoughts of love coming from?
Yes, I’ve known him for a while, but still.
I push all the heavy thoughts away and focus on the here and now. The way he touches me like I’m his. It turns me on.
Who knew I’d really like possessive Nicholas?
But I do.
“I just want to stay in here all day and do this,” he says, and I nod my head in full agreement.
He pushes his dick in deeper, and we both still.
“You have to move, Nicholas,” I tell him because I’m so close to coming. I just need a little bit more.
“I need a second,” he says in a rush. “You just feel so good, and I feel like if I keep pushing I’ll come and admit things to you I shouldn’t be admitting so soon.”
My breath catches in my throat. Is he saying what I think he’s saying? I gaze into his eyes, and I can see the words he’s trying to hide so easily there.
“Oh fuck, January. I can’t keep anything from you. I’m falling hard for you.” He thrusts a little deeper. “I’ve been falling for you since I first laid eyes on you.”
I can’t believe the words he’s saying to me. “Really?” I whisper on a moan as he continues to push inside me.
“Yeah. You’re everything to me.”
I cup his cheek and tug him toward me. I need to kiss him. I need to silence this moment before I end up confessing my whole heart to him.
So instead of telling him everything, I kiss him.
He kisses me back as our bodies pick up speed. Before long the sounds of our lovemaking fill the room and my body is so darn close to unraveling it’s not even funny.
I could get used to this.
Even though I know once this is over I’ll need to tell Nicholas the truth and I don’t think he’ll ever forgive me.
In fact, I know he won’t.
“Are you sure you can’t come caroling tonight?” my mother asks.
“Sorry, Mom. Nicholas wants to take me to a fancy dinner tonight.” I don’t dare tell my mother the truth. That Nicholas and I are slipping away for the real reason why we’ve flown to Colorado. An awards ceremony where Nicholas is up for Game Developer of the Year.
My mother would never understand.
She’d learn the truth and know I lied about Nicholas being my fake boyfriend.
“I think it’s romantic,” Feb says, helping me keep my secret.
I give her a quick wink. “Thanks, Feb.”
“I think she’s in love,” Feb tells our mother.
My eyes widen. “I am not in love.” Even though earlier when we were making love in our hotel room I felt the emotion stronger than I’ve ever felt before.
But it can’t be love.
It just can’t.
Right?
“Is this true, January?” my mother asks. I’m thankful it’s just my mother, February and me hanging out in my mother’s hotel room this afternoon. If I had to explain my feelings to the whole family I’d probably chicken out.
“I’m not sure.” I’m tired of lying about how I feel. “I think a part of me does love him.”