Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 77016 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 385(@200wpm)___ 308(@250wpm)___ 257(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77016 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 385(@200wpm)___ 308(@250wpm)___ 257(@300wpm)
Because it’s not.
And because I love her.
…
Skye doesn’t budge when my phone alarm blares at five a.m.
I turn it off quickly, lean over to kiss her cheek, and scramble out of bed before I let myself turn her to her side and slide into her from behind.
God, it’s tempting.
I’m hard with morning wood and horny as hell for the naked woman in my bed.
But she needs sleep.
I don’t want to disturb her.
I also don’t want to leave her alone, so I don’t leave the penthouse. I do a quick workout in my mini gym, complete with a cold plunge, and then I shower, eat a quick breakfast, and head to my home office to do some work.
Yeah, people do actually work on Sundays, though I doubt Garrett Ramirez does.
I suck down two cups of coffee before I switch to water.
I’m knee deep in emails and a new contract when—
“Braden?”
I check my watch.
One p.m. Good. Skye needed the sleep.
“In the office,” I call out to her.
I’m staring at my laptop screen when she enters.
“Hey,” she says.
“Good morning. Or should I say good afternoon?” I finally look up and suck in a breath. She’s wearing the button-down I wore last night. “You look fucking sexy in my shirt.”
She smiles.
“What are you working on?”
“Nothing that can’t wait. Come here.” I move my hand downward and pull my hard dick out of my lounge pants. Her ass may be still be sore, but that pussy is up for grabs.
And I’m grabbing.
She parts her lips.
“Fuck, you’re sexy,” I say. “Climb on, Skye.”
She’s wet already. I can smell her—that intoxicating scent of tangy citrus, erotic musk, and simply Skye.
She climbs onto my lap and straddles me, slowly easing down onto my erection.
“God…” she groans.
I return her groan as we sit immobile for a few seconds, relishing the feeling of her warmth.
“Fuck.” I inhale. “I can’t get enough of you. Never enough.”
I take charge then, and grip her hips, lifting her until my cock head is only teasing her pussy lips. I hold her there for a minute, her nipples abrading the cotton of my shirt. She struggles against my strength, trying to sink back down, and I finally push her back down onto my hardness.
It’s quick. It’s lusty. It’s not romantic at all, but I don’t care. It’s us.
Simply us.
I grasp her harder and harder. “Braden! I’m going to come. God!”
“Do it, baby. Do it. Come.”
With my words, she shatters, never taking her eyes off mine.
I look at her with wonder.
With awe.
With lust.
With love.
“I love you,” she says between breaths. “I love you so much.”
I jam her down hard onto my cock, and as her climax continues, I feel every spurt of mine.
Every last one.
She lays her head on my shoulder, still panting. I did all the work—though it was no hardship—but still her breath comes in sharp rasps. The climax. It took her breath away.
It did the same for me.
She smiles against my shoulder. This is not the norm for us. Every lovemaking session is usually a huge deal. Either I’ve thought it out ahead of time, or I come up with it spur of the moment. Either way, it lasts way longer than the few minutes of this one.
I didn’t bind her. I didn’t demand that she focus on only one sense. I didn’t silence her.
Even so, she didn’t speak, except to tell me she was coming and that she loved me. She didn’t move, so she may as well have been bound. We’ve come to a new understanding, Skye and I.
And I’m all in.
“Skye,” I say into her hair.
“Hmm?”
“Have you checked on Tessa?”
“Yeah. She’s being released today. Her mom is moving in with her for a while to take care of her.”
“Are you okay with that?”
“Sure. Carlotta’s great.”
“I mean”—I push a stray strand of hair out of her eyes—“do you need to be here for her?”
“No. I’ll only get in Carlotta’s way. Tess and I talked. She wants some time with her mom.”
“All right, then.”
She closes her eyes. “All right what?”
“We’re going back to New York. Tonight.”
Chapter Thirty-Eight
I continue with some work after Skye leaves my home office. She’s no doubt showering, and though I’m tempted to join her, I have a few phone calls to make. Once I’m done, I notice a new Instagram post on her account.
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The selfie is her puckering like a fish—a fun pose for a fun post. Already the likes are heating up.
I love that she doesn’t have to look perfect in each shot. She’s not Addison Ames. She’s simply Skye, and that in itself is a form of perfection—at least in my eyes.
I learned long ago that perfection doesn’t exist. I strive for it nonetheless because I figure the closer I get the better off my family is, my business is, and I am.