Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 33692 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 168(@200wpm)___ 135(@250wpm)___ 112(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33692 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 168(@200wpm)___ 135(@250wpm)___ 112(@300wpm)
My thoughts are conflicted, and I feel like a hypocrite. I broke up with my boyfriend because I wasn’t ready to have sex with him. And yet, here I am one night in my new place, fantasizing about Cash, nearly ready to throw myself at him. Nearly ready to beg him to fuck me. Is it because I’m genuinely attracted to him? Or is it because I’m having some sort of weird hero-slash-daddy issue because he saved me? I just don’t know right now.
Over the clamor of raucous voices in my head, most of them seeming to condemn me for my hypocrisy, one thought rings through louder than the rest. And it says one simple thing.
Maybe moving into Cash’s place wasn’t the best idea after all.
5
CASH
“One more,” I say. “You can do it.”
Her face is red and pinched, and her arms are shaking, but Cassie raises the bar, finishing off her set of ten on the bench press. I take the bar from her and set it down on the rack.
“Nice work, Cassie.”
She sits up, panting like she just ran a mile, a shaky smile on her lips as sweat pours down her body in sheets. With her long, red locks tied back into a ponytail, Cassie is wearing nothing but black shorts and a pink sports bra that’s filled out nicely by her full, round breasts. Her face is pink and flushed, and she looks absolutely stunning to me. She’s so goddamn sexy, it’s been hard to concentrate on the actual workout.
“I don’t know what I was thinking when I asked to work out with you,” she says.
“You did great,” I tell her.
“My entire body feels like jelly.”
“That might be a problem since you have to carry trays of drinks tonight. It’s your first night, and I’m not going to cut you any slack.”
She gives me a smile. “I’ll manage. Promise.”
I laugh softly. “I know you will.”
Giving her a break, I slip on a pair of padded, fingerless MMA-style gloves as I walk over to the body bag and start stretching out my arms and warming up with a combination of light punches. Cassie walks over and watches me, curiosity on her face.
“You ever thrown a punch?” I ask as I dot the bag with a left-right-left combination.
She shakes her head. “Never. I kind of think maybe I might not be so scared of the dark if I knew how to fight.”
“Want to learn?”
Her bright green eyes light up, and the smile on her face makes me weak in the knees. I put my hands on the bag to stop it from moving and gesture to the metal locker standing in the corner.
“Grab a pair of gloves out of the locker,” I say. “They might be a bit big on you, but they’ll do for now. We can get you a proper pair later.”
I watch as she bounces over to the locker and opens it. My eyes take in every soft, square inch of her body, my balls tightening as desire flows through me like magma. I give my head a small shake, silently telling myself to get my head out of her pants and to focus. Easier said than done. But she wants to take control of her life and her fears by learning how to fight. I respect that. So, I force myself to stop thinking with my dick and focus on the task at hand.
“Okay, square up to the bag, and let me see how you throw a punch,” I say.
She stands in front of the bag, and I see right away that we’ve got our work cut out for us. Before she can throw a punch, I strip off my gloves, toss them aside, and step forward. Taking her hands in mine, I open them up and fold them into a proper fist.
“First thing, don’t tuck your thumbs in like that,” I tell her. “You throw a punch the way you were about to, you’re going to break your thumb.”
“That sounds like it would hurt.”
“It does. So, don’t do that.”
“Got it,” she says brightly. “Okay, what’s next?”
“We need to correct your form.”
“Correct away.”
I put my hands on her bare shoulders, the skin-to-skin contact making my head spin. I lean forward and breathe in her scent as the river of lust already flowing through me grows even wider. Squeezing my eyes shut, I try to push it aside and focus on what I’m doing. When I open my eyes, I find myself staring into her wide, green eyes. Her full lips are parted and the desire painted upon her face matches what’s filling me.
Before I can stop myself, I lean down and press my mouth to hers. Her tongue, velvety soft and wet, swirls around mine, sending fire through my veins. Everything in me is screaming at me to stop, telling me that I can’t do this. Not after what this girl has just gone through. The voice of reason in my head is telling me I shouldn’t be taking advantage of this girl like this. But when I try to pull away, she clings to me, pressing her body into mine as she kisses me harder.