Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 92466 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 462(@200wpm)___ 370(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92466 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 462(@200wpm)___ 370(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
I moved my fingers faster. My clit was so wet, I could no longer get a good grip with my fingertips.
I felt his hand on my inner thigh. “Can I?”
I nodded, not even understanding what he was asking, but it didn’t matter. Whatever it was, the answer was a resounding yes.
Atticus slipped his hand down my pants. His low groan vibrated against my back. “Holy shit, Nicole. I knew you were wet, but this is…” He sank his fingers inside of me, moving them in and out as I backed my hips against his rigid cock. My orgasm was ready to explode.
As he continued to move his fingers in and out, he pressed his thumb against my clit and moved it in slow circles. “I missed this beautiful pussy so much. I want to come inside it so bad right now…”
I opened my mouth to beg him to do it, but the words wouldn’t come out. That would be a terrible idea. And I knew he was holding back, that he wouldn’t really. Because Atticus would’ve been inside of me by now if he’d planned on going that far. This Atticus was towing the line but very likely wasn’t going to go there.
“I want to taste you, but I can’t,” he murmured. “Because once I start, I won’t be able to stop.”
I needed to come to put us both out of our misery. But also, I never wanted to come. I wanted this to last forever, just Atticus and me in our own little world as he continued to push me over the edge. I rubbed my ass harder against him.
“You’re gonna make me come right up against that pretty little ass of yours? Is that what you want? I haven’t come in my pants since the first time you rubbed your pussy against me. Remember that fucking day?”
I moaned in response.
“Don’t worry, baby. Let go. I know you want to. It doesn’t have to mean anything. Enjoy it. Let yourself come all over my hand.”
My muscles began to contract.
“Come, baby. Come,” Atticus urged.
When my climax erupted, I felt it in every nerve ending of my body. Just before I came down, Atticus removed his fingers. He grunted, and I felt the heat of his orgasm against my backside. We were both clothed, but it was the hottest freaking thing I could remember.
CHAPTER 21
ATTICUS
Later that morning, I left the bedroom before Nicole did and went to make coffee.
When she finally appeared in the kitchen, she didn’t say a word to me while she drank it. She fumbled with the utensils in the drawer, seeming anxious. “Is Mimi up?” she asked.
“Not yet,” I answered. “Last I checked she was still out.”
All I wanted to do was drag her back to the bedroom and fuck her properly. But alas, that was the fantasy, and this awkwardness in the kitchen was the reality.
“We don’t have to talk about it, Nicole. We got off. There’s nothing wrong with a release. We both needed it.”
“Right.” She stopped messing with the silverware. “It didn’t mean anything.”
“I didn’t say that. It sure as fuck meant something to me. But we don’t have to talk about it.”
Our eyes met.
“It can’t happen again,” she whispered.
I’d figured she’d say that. “Whatever you want,” I said softly. “I’ll sleep on the floor from now on.”
“I can’t let you do that.” She frowned. “I’m the one who started it.”
“I’ll turn around and face the other way, then. That way I’m never up against you. That’ll make it easier for me, too.”
She looked down at the floor but said nothing.
“What’s wrong? You don’t trust me?”
“It’s not that.” She sighed. “I don’t know if I like you turning away from me, either.”
“You like sleeping next to me, that’s why…”
Nicole nodded. “I like feeling you close at night, yeah.”
My heart filled with hope. “Well, it’s mutual.”
“But it’s been confusing,” she added.
“I think we can agree on that. You don’t feel like it’s okay to want me anymore.”
She shook her head. “I have never not wanted you, Atticus. Not a single second this entire time. But it’s stronger when I’m in your presence. Wanting you has been the worst torture I’ve ever experienced. But I can’t go backwards. I’ve worked so damn hard to get over you.”
“How’s that going, though?” I raised a brow. “Maybe trying so hard is having the opposite effect.”
Nicole’s phone rang, and she practically dove to answer it.
I listened as she spoke to someone. She kept nodding and jotting down a bunch of information.
After she hung up, I asked, “What’s going on?”
“They found someone for Mimi. She can start any time. I guess her previous client recently passed away. She lives here in town and would even be willing to do what Louise did, popping in and out during the day and sleeping here at night.”