Total pages in book: 45
Estimated words: 40969 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 205(@200wpm)___ 164(@250wpm)___ 137(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 40969 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 205(@200wpm)___ 164(@250wpm)___ 137(@300wpm)
“I have no clothes, Wylde. I’ll go home and head back here when you’re off work.” I watched as he got ready, thinking about the other time he woke me up, when his broad shoulders were pressed against my inner thighs, mouth to my clit, eating me with deep pulls that I could feel from my the top of my head to the tips of my toes while his two thick fingers were thrusting in and out, on the verge of coming by the time I came to realize it wasn’t a dream, and it was Wylde himself fucking me with everything except his dick.
Too bad he’s already dressed in another suit, this one reminiscent of last night, except the color is a smidge lighter, the shirt a soft lavender color, and the black tie. Jesus, he’s sexy, and he’s all mine. I know that because more than once he made me admit it while he was tunneling his cock in and out of me.
“Order them. I want you here. Tomorrow, we’re both off of work unless there’s an emergency, then who knows when I’ll have you in my bed again.” I’m lying on my stomach. Wylde’s fingers are slowly sliding down the length of my spine, taking the sheet along with it until my ass is bare to him. I pause to think about this. I could Instacart clothes and a bathing suit. Technically, I could go nude with it being on the penthouse floor. The only problem with that is burning from the hot Nevada sun. No thanks.
“I’ll stay on one condition.” His eyebrows arch up, as if I’m going to negotiate a sexual deal. “Get your head out of the gutter. I’m pretty sure you screwed me so well, I’ll need at least five hours to recover.”
“Then what’s your condition?” The fingers that were at the top of spine have now made an appearance at one globe, still moving lower and lower. “Spread for me, Celeste.” My body obeys his command, like a puppet on a string minus the whole manipulation meaning behind the phrase. “What was that?” he asks as his two fingers graze my clit for just the barest of moments.
“As if I can think when you do that.” I arch my back, move my knees so I’m lifted up towards his fingers. That still doesn’t get the point across.
“You’re not getting them until you tell me the condition.” Shit, he’s playing dirty. That’s okay. I can get him back in other ways.
“Tyra. I need to call her and make sure Von’s okay before I make a decision.” I texted her on the way here last night. She managed to get his temperature down by giving him a lukewarm bath, Pedialyte, and alternating between Tylenol and Motrin. Mace had given him Tylenol, which didn’t touch it, so she went right into doing what she does best: taking care of Von. They say being a mother shouldn’t be your identity, but Tyra wouldn’t want it any other way.
“Text her. Your phone is on the nightstand.” Wylde’s fingers don’t leave where they’ve sat at a stalemate. I grab my phone, unable to use facial recognition with how I’m currently lying down. I quickly put the passcode in, bring Tyra’s name up, and fire away.
Me: Hey sis, how’s Von doing?
It doesn’t take her long to respond. Thankfully, she’s a lot like me, and our phones are near our bodies ninety percent of the time. That doesn’t mean they aren’t on silent, though.
Tyra: Von’s fever broke, and he is fine. Now Mace has it. Must be a virus. Pretty sure I’ll be next ☹
Me: Shit, want me to head that way and grab Von so you two can rest? Maybe it won’t be so bad for you?
Tyra: No, rather get it over and done with. I’ll text later. I’m going to lie down with Von.
Me: Sure, it’s just Von ;)…Love you guys. Text if you need anything.
“How’s he doing?” Wylde asks like he couldn’t see the screen the entire time.
“Good. Mace has it, and she seems to think she’ll be next. I’ll have to rearrange her schedule if that happens.” I get the last words out before Wylder goes on the offense, slamming two fingers inside me. My eyes close, body moving closer, feeling a whisper of a breath against the underside of one ass cheek, right before he sucks the skin in, deep, so deep I know that he’s leaving a mark. We work together. Since I’m on my knees now, giving us both room to work, every time his fingers retreat, I glide backwards, not letting them leave. He adds another. The burn and pleasure all at once consumes me.
“Wylde!” I clench my thighs together, keeping his fingers inside of me. He hits my G-spot, and I swear to God the feeling is out of this world, indescribable.