Total pages in book: 141
Estimated words: 129998 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 650(@200wpm)___ 520(@250wpm)___ 433(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 129998 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 650(@200wpm)___ 520(@250wpm)___ 433(@300wpm)
He turns to grab his drink bottle and in doing so, finds me loitering in the doorway. His brow shoots up. “How long have you been there?”
“Long enough to know that I’ll be sneaking into your bedroom and taking advantage of you tonight.”
A cocky smirk plays on his lips and he strides toward me, his eyes growing more and more hooded by the second. His hands fall to my waist and he pulls me in flush against his ripped body. “You really think I’m the kind of guy to just lay there and allow you to take advantage of me?”
I push up onto my tippy toes and hover just in front of his face, close enough for him to close the gap but he won’t dare as he waits for me to make the move. “If you know what’s good for you, you will.”
“Well, damn. How could I resist an offer like that?” he says, his smirk stretching wide across his face. “But for the record, if this is the way we’re playing it, I want to be wined and dined first, then I’m going to need you to spank my ass, choke me a little, beg me to call you daddy, and afterward, I’d like to cuddle, you know, as the little spoon.”
I scrunch my face in distaste, teasing him just as he’s teasing me. “Well, shit. If I knew you were this high-maintenance, I would have stuck with Charlie.”
“Fuck off,” he laughs, nudging me away and walking back over to the pull-up bar. I follow and make myself comfortable on the bench so I can get the full view during this set. “Charlie really would want that shit. He’d be a clingy motherfucker and you know it.”
I can’t help but laugh. He’s not wrong. “For the record,” I tell him as he jumps to catch the bar. “I wouldn’t mind a little ass-spanking and choking, but since you’re apparently the bitch in this relationship, I’ll have to make some changes.”
Colton slowly lowers himself from the bar and I instantly get distracted by his washboard abs that lead down into his defined V that’s staring right at me. My hands twitch at my side, desperate to reach out and touch.
How did I get so lucky to be able to call all of that mine?
Colton narrows his eyes at me. “Call me the fucking bitch of our relationship one more time and I’ll have you down on your knees, begging for forgiveness.”
“Promise you’ll tie me up?”
He lets out a small huff as he effortlessly pulls himself back up. “Fuck me,” he grumbles under his breath, making a show of trying to concentrate.
I get up off the bench and walk over to him, playing a very dangerous game of temptation. Will I be able to resist touching him or won’t I? I lean up against the cool, metal frame, mesmerized by the slow-motion show of pull-ups happening right before my eyes. “What are you doing here? Usually, you work out in the mornings.”
A grin cracks across his face. “Didn’t have some chick snoring in my ear to wake me up.”
I grab his water bottle and squirt water at his chest. “You’re an ass. I don’t snore.”
He flinches from the cool water and kicks out his foot, slamming it into the water bottle and sending it flying across the gym as he laughs. “What makes you think it’s you I’m talking about, Jade?”
My mouth drops and I stare at him with a blank expression. “If you've been screwing Spencer this whole time, I’m going to be pissed.”
“Guilty,” he says with a wink. “Don’t tell him I told you though, he’s very defensive of our bromance. It really is a love story.”
I step into him and he releases the bar and lands right in front of me. “Tell me,” I say as he places his hands to my waist. “Do you fuck him as hard as you fuck me?”
Colton dips in and brushes his lips over mine before sliding his arm around my waist. His hands travel down to my ass, giving it a firm squeeze, and grinning back at me. “Only when he begs for it.”
I lose all train of thought and Colton laughs, knowing that he’s got me right where he wants me. Keeping his hands on my ass, he picks me up and my legs instantly wind around his waist. “Hold on, baby,” he murmurs.
I raise a brow as I thread my arms around his neck and hold on tight. “What are you doing?”
He releases me and I cling to him like a monkey as he reaches above him and jumps to catch the bar. My eyes bug out of my head while a flicker of disappointment flares through me thinking that he was about to try some kinky shit, though I guess that’ll have to wait.