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His Under Contract

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“Two hundred.” He sighs as I squeeze a dime size puddle of oil into my palm. I can see the injured muscle glowing a vibrant red.

Damn, it took my brother years to press that. “You know this is going to hurt like hell. I’m sorry, but then it should only be mildly annoying.”

“I’ll deal.” He says into the black silky comforter.

For a moment I freeze, it’s been over five years since I did this. Please don’t let me hurt him. Pressing into the muscle with the ball of my palms I circle. I watch him push his face into the comforter and know he’s hiding a moan of pain. “I never would have figured you for a tattoo person. I thought all lawyers were supposed to be stuffed shirts.”

“Mainly got them to hide the fucked up ones I got in juvie with pen ink. They looked like shit. I thought about trying to get them removed then said fuck it and decided to cover up the bad ones instead. Along the way I saw some I liked so I added them.”

“I got one tattoo, and then was so terrified my parents would find out I never got another one.” I admit.

“Let me guess, a butterfly?”

“Ughh, no! I should press down harder for that. How is it feeling?”

“You’re working out the right place. It’s still pretty sore.”

“Okay then, round two.” I begin again with my palms, adding a little more pressure and circle the muscle.

“A heart?”

“I find that offensive.”

“Hello Kitty?”

“Okay, I’m going to stop if you keep insulting me.”

He chuckles, and oh, my god, I don’t think I’ve ever heard him laugh before. It comes deep from his chest yet is still somehow melodic. I think I could become addicted to that laugh. “Is it a cartoon character? Give me a hint here.”

“No, it’s not a cartoon and I don’t have to give you a hint.”

The sigh comes out of him long and loud. “Damn that feels good.”

“Told you, I had a lot of practice. Take something over-the-counter for it and sleep on your other shoulder tonight. I would lay off the chest workouts for at least a week, too soon and you might tear something. I should have your breakfast ready to go on time while you get dressed.” I say as I climb off the bed. Ethan sits up and I almost walk into the wall. His chest is a masterpiece, Lady Justice is massive over his chest with the sword in her hand, and down low on each hip is a one hundred dollar bill. Turning blindly, I powerwalk down the hall. Holy fucking shit, his body is sin.

The only way I get through the next few minutes is by concentrating on everything I do without thinking of anything else. He’s waiting for his breakfast but says not a word as I bring it through. It’s on time, he had come in a few minutes early and was engrossed in the Tribune.

There isn’t another word from him until he leaves with his shake in his hand. “Thanks again for the massage, it really helped.”

I only nod, speech is still too hard for me.

Chapter Ten

Hell, I’m in hell. It’s where I belong, I’m sure. That thing people are always talking about I used to laugh at, karma, is beating the shit out of me. Holly touching me with that scent I knew was hers alone. Her soft yet strong hands kneading into me were already killing me, then she was leaning against me, and fuck. My cock had been crushed into the bed. I could smell her wet pussy as she kneeled beside me. All I could think of was pulling her under me so I could taste her. I’m not a stingy bastard, I eat pussy often, with pleasure. I want Holly’s badly.

Now I know she wants me too. I’m in hell because I can’t ha

ve her. Even though she looked fucking good enough to eat with her new clothes, she still wasn’t for me. The clothes were an excellent move by Amelia. Now Holly had a real waist and damn, her ass was even more appealing. The small cut v at the neck of the shirt showed off her long neck, only it led to her double chin no clothes could hide. Even as I know I’m a fucker and don’t deserve someone like her, I couldn’t look past the number of small things that all added up. While the clothes helped make her look more appealing, they couldn’t hide completely that she wasn’t the perfection I’ve had for years.

I’m going through my emails as the elevator opens. I see two that jump out at me. One pisses me off, the other has me smiling.

Outside my office, I stop to lean over my secretary’s desk. “Sharon, please explain why you were a bitch to Holly when all she did was introduce herself to you?”

Sharon is scared, she should be. “I didn’t mean to, sir. At the time the email came through, I was flooded with work and it was a nuisance. I shouldn’t have seen it as such. I apologize and will apologize to her. It won’t ever happen again.”

“It had better not. No need to apologize to Holly. Call my sister and have her come up to my office.”

“Yes, sir.”



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