Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 68697 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 343(@200wpm)___ 275(@250wpm)___ 229(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68697 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 343(@200wpm)___ 275(@250wpm)___ 229(@300wpm)
I want to give this man everything he craves in bed, and I absolutely can.
I inch closer to him and set a hand on his thigh. “I can give you all of that, but I think there’s something you left out.”
“What’s that?” he asks, intrigued.
I raise my fork and take my sweet time savoring my salmon, then I meet his dirty gaze. “You want me to get you off in public.”
He blinks but says nothing. I’ve rendered the mouthy man speechless. Excellent.
“You have an exhibitionist kink, Gunnar,” I add.
He swallows roughly. Looks at me with heat in his eyes. “Do I?” His voice is heady, raspy.
“You do.” I set down my fork, push the plate away, and wipe my hands on my napkin. “And I’ll take care of it right now.”
20
UNDER THE TABLE
Rafe
I assess the scene at The West House. Servers are in the kitchen; the bartender mixes a drink. A few other couples linger, and they’re caught up in their own worlds, maybe their own plans for seduction.
But my regular booth affords some privacy, and a tablecloth hangs over the edge of our table.
Just enough risk.
I inch closer to Gunnar and curl a hand tightly around his muscular thigh. His breath hitches, which makes me grin. Gunnar is so responsive. The slightest touch and he lights up.
“I think everything I do arouses you,” I whisper in his ear.
“Gee, I wonder how you figured that out.”
“My astute powers of observation,” I say, chuckling at his sarcasm. He won’t be able to rely on sardonic quips while he’s begging to come.
My hand slides closer to where he wants me. Then, since I’m feeling generous, because he was so open tonight, I dip my face to his neck, and I bite.
He hisses—a sharp, hot sound. He darts his gaze at me then around the room as if checking whether anyone heard him. I soothe the bite with the tip of my tongue along his neck, and my hand edges closer to his throbbing erection. “You’re going to have to be so fucking quiet for what I have planned,” I say in a smoky rasp. Then I shrug. “Or not, depending on your kink.”
“You’re the one telling me what my kink is.”
“I don’t hear you arguing,” I say, flicking my tongue against his earlobe as I squeeze his cock. Then I squeeze harder and bite down on his lobe at the same time.
My reward is a full-body shudder. A staggered breath. His flush of desire.
“I wonder if you can even be quiet,” I muse.
“I can,” he insists. There’s not so much sarcasm now. Just his desire to please me.
In fact, I’d like him to be silent. That’s my kink—setting the scene. “One rule,” I say, my palm moving up and down along the ridge of his erection. “If you make a noise, I’ll stop.”
His throat rumbles, but he’s careful not to let out an accompanying moan. He simply nods his understanding.
Oh, he’s going to be so fun to turn all the way on.
My fingers travel lazily to the button on his jeans, unsnapping it.
He turns his face an inch toward me, awareness fully registering in his eyes. They widen farther as I gently tug down the zipper.
“Are you really doing this?” he whispers.
“Did you want me to stop?” I ask innocently, taking my hand off his erection.
He shakes his head.
“Good. Because I don’t play games when I play games.” Then I shove my hand under the waistband of his boxer briefs—mine, they’re fucking mine, with my name on them—and I squeeze his cock hard.
He throws his head back, a rough grunt escaping his lips, and I stop. “I can’t go on if you’re going to be so noisy,” I say. “What would happen? I might lose my membership. You wouldn’t want that.”
Again, he silently shakes his head.
“Good. Be fucking quiet now,” I instruct.
He swallows, nods obediently. Mouths, I will.
“Of course you will,” I say, my hand returning to his cock. “Because you’ve been getting off to thoughts of me since the night we met. You’ve wanted me to touch you since the dance floor.”
A savage nod is his answer.
I give him more of what he wants, wrapping my fingers more tightly around his shaft. He’s hot and thick, smooth and steely, and he’s pulsing in my hand.
“And I know how much you want me because of this.” I drag my thumb along the head of his cock, swiping off a drop of arousal. I let go, bring it to his lips.
He parts them as I rub the pad of my thumb along his bottom lip. Then I reward my temporary lover with a hard, deep kiss as I set my palm on his shaft again.
His entire body shakes as I kiss him while I stroke him. He greedily takes my kisses along with the chance to moan and groan into my mouth.