Covered Part Two by Mina Holt, Jaden Wilkes Read Free Book Online Page A

Marta said at the end of the night. We’d gone until almost ten, until every last woman had gotten a chance to meet him and have something signed. He refused to do body parts this time, on account of me being right there although he swore he would draw that line if he was alone as well.
    That made me feel…well, powerful. I felt smug and satisfied every time somebody told me how lucky I was, or how envious she was, or just shot me one of those looks that told me they’d do anything to be in my place.
    I had even worn my contact lenses tonight, hating the way the camera flash reflected in my glasses lately. They made me look cross-eyed and other worldly in the photos, and not other worldly as in ethereal, more like an alien.
    “You sure earned your pay tonight,” I joked and took his hand as he stood.
    He stretched, groaned, pulled my hand to his heart and said, “Yes, you do owe me.” He leaned to kiss me and whispered in my ear, “I can’t wait to get it later, Ms. Britton.”
    I shivered and laughed, pulled away and said, “I hope you don’t mind if I stay away tomorrow, Marta. I’m exhausted.”
    “Not a problem,” she replied, “take the day off. You earned it. I’ll even pay you, I think we made about a month of your salary in all the books we sold. When we ran out of Gavin’s books, they were even buying bookmarks or Kindle covers for him to sign. Thank you so much again…both of you.”
    We left, sent the bodyguards on their way and had a late dinner at an intimate restaurant on the water, then made our way back to his place.
    Just over two months ago had been the first time I was at his place. Now there were signs of me everywhere, a hairbrush on the bathroom counter, my favorite mug in his kitchen, a plush throw on the sofa, my underwear in a drawer in his dresser.
    It really did feel like home.
    The moment we got inside, he was on me like a starving man at a buffet. He backed me into the apartment and kicked the door closed, all the while kissing me passionately, his hands pushing up my skirt, seeking my hot center.
    “Let’s go to the bedroom,” I whispered against his hungry lips.
    “Let’s fuck right here,” he said back, his voice a harsh growl, “it drove me mad all evening, with you right next to me, not being able to touch you. Hundreds of women parading in front of me, and not one of them holding a candle to you, Ms. Britton. All I could think about was getting you back here and getting under your skirt.”
    He shoved my skirt higher until it was around my waist and my legs were free. I sighed against his chest and melted into his embrace. I pulled my legs up, he grabbed the thin material of my panties and tore them off me with one harsh tug. Thank god I had more than one pair now.
    “Gavin,” I said and clung to him, trembling with need, “I want you inside me, I need it.”
    “You need what, love?” he asked and bit my neck, sucked my flesh and rolled it in his teeth. I threw my head back and thrust myself against him. His hands held me tight.
    I moved up again as he released my neck, backed towards the living room and spun me around in front of the window. I dropped from his arms and turned to face outside, the magnificent view of the landscape, the lights twinkling in the distance, the boats on the water, the cars down below.
    “I need you to fuck me, I need you, Mr. James,” I said and pushed my ass against him. I felt his hardness press into me and he leaned over me, wrapped an arm around my waist and reached for his cock.
    I pressed my hands against the window, a little dizzy at the sensation of being so high off the ground, and a little frightened that the glass could give way at any moment.
    The second the head of his cock found my entrance, these thoughts were erased. He slid himself inside of me, and all I could see was his reflection in the glass, his eyes half closed and his mouth curved into a satisfied smile as though he’d just come home.
    He caught my eye in