Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 59939 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 300(@200wpm)___ 240(@250wpm)___ 200(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 59939 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 300(@200wpm)___ 240(@250wpm)___ 200(@300wpm)
“Touch yourself,” he orders, his words hissing through the steam filling the small space. “I want to see you play with yourself.”
I swallow back a whimper and nod. Widening my knees, I press my fingers between my legs and take him in my mouth again. Going slow is no longer an option, not when I can feel Ben watching me as I rub my clit, not when I can feel his thick cock pulsing against my tongue.
We come together, hard, fast. He fills my mouth and I swallow every last drop, while my own orgasm sizzles my nerve endings in a wave of pleasure that numbs every part of my body.
With a ragged groan, Ben gently pushes my head back and sinks to the floor of the tub, looking completely and thoroughly spent. He reaches out and brushes hair out of my eyes, then strokes one of my trembling thighs. “You okay?”
I know I must look like a drowned rat, still shaking from the climax and gasping for air, and I laugh at the concern I see in his eyes. “I’m fine. Numb, but fine.”
He grins. “In case you’re wondering, I’m fine too.”
I glance at his crotch. He’s still sporting an erection, and I’m shocked to feel my nipples harden with desire. Ugh, I hate this guy. How is he still hard? And how am I, the person who just experienced my second orgasm in twenty minutes, ready to go again?
I’m not sure what makes me jump to my feet, that startling realization or the sudden change of water temperature, which goes from lukewarm to lukecold. Whatever the reason, I quickly tug on the shower curtain and stumble onto the fluffy pink bathroom mat.
Ben calls my name, but I ignore him.
Two days, I realize as I wrap a bathrobe around my wet body and hurry out of the room. Two days since I’d first met Ben Barrett, two days of allowing him to distract me to no end, and now two orgasms that still haven’t managed to flush the man from my system.
What’s the matter with me?
“What’s the matter with you?” Ben sounds out of breath and annoyed as he marches into my bedroom wearing nothing but a towel.
I tighten the sash of the robe and cross my arms over the thick terrycloth. “Nothing is the matter.”
“So you always sprint out of a room after sex?”
“We didn’t have sex.”
Laughter spurts from his throat. “We came pretty damn close. In fact, we came pretty damn hard.”
My cheeks burn. “But we didn’t cross the line.”
A shadow floats across his face. “I wasn’t even aware there was a line.”
“Well, there is.”
I feel unbearably exposed, standing there in my bathrobe, the hardwood floor icy under my bare feet. And unbelievably confused, because my mouth keeps saying words that make Ben frown and my body keeps berating me for it.
“So this line…” His frown turns into a scowl. “Is it the one that keeps you from having fun?”
“What?”
“You heard me. You crossed over from uptight land to fun world, and now you’re trying to convince yourself what we did was wrong.”
He’s right—I am trying to convince myself we’ve done something wrong. But it has nothing to do with being uptight and everything to do with the way he makes me feel. Tony and I have done things in bed that nobody would ever consider uptight, but not once have I lost my head over Tony. Not once did I choose Tony over studying or finishing an essay.
I’ve seen what happens when you let yourself get sidetracked by a man. Hell, my own mother abandoned me because of a man. But I’m not going to be that stupid. I’m not going to abandon the path I’ve set for myself, or desert my goals and my dreams for some guy. Even one who makes my entire body tremble from one penetrating gaze.
“You think I’m uptight?” I decide to respond to the one remark he’d made that didn’t hit close to home.
“Yep.” He leans one bare shoulder against the doorframe and casts a glare in my direction. “You’re anti-fun, Red.”
Irritation prickles at me. “No, I’m not. I simply have different priorities than you.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“It means my life doesn’t revolve around fun. I have a job, I have goals, I have responsibilities. Unlike you, I don’t have time to gallivant around or spend a whole day in bed, not if I want to pay my bills.” My jaw tightens. “I’m not as lucky as you, Ben. Twenty million dollars doesn’t just fall out of the sky and into my lap.”
He makes an exasperated sound. “I wasn’t asking you to quit your job, Maggie. Only to let loose and enjoy your day off.”
“Sorry, but I don’t have that luxury. In my life there’s no such thing as a day off.”