Total pages in book: 111
Estimated words: 109640 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 548(@200wpm)___ 439(@250wpm)___ 365(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 109640 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 548(@200wpm)___ 439(@250wpm)___ 365(@300wpm)
She squirmed against him even more. “Crew…”
“Do I need to stop?”
Her eyes flicked up to his and their gazes held. He knew her answer before she said it. “No.”
“Then put your head down and your ass up.” He quickly wound strands of her hair around his right hand, tightening his grip when he made a fist. Then he shoved her head back down. He tapped her hip with his other hand. “Up.”
“Oh God. Crew.”
“Up, Cami. Unless you don’t want me to continue.”
She pushed her ass higher.
“Atta girl,” he said under his breath. But she heard him because that praise had her quivering again.
This was so damn unexpected.
It was always the head-strong, pain-in-the-ass women that surprised him.
Cami was the last person he’d expect to want this. But then he hadn’t expected to enjoy it so much, either.
He alternated smacking each cheek until her ass was so red, he began to worry. But she no longer flinched with each strike. She was grinding against him and groaning with pleasure, instead.
Jesus fuck.
She might not be at her limit, but he was.
He would have to tap out before she did.
He spanked her until his own hand stung painfully and his cock was dangerously at a tipping point. It was locked and loaded. If he didn’t stop now, he was going to release that load in his boxer briefs and he hadn’t had that happen since before he was eighteen.
He was far from eighteen now, so he’d prefer not to relive that experience. Plus, he didn’t have a change of clothes with him. That ride home, even as short as it was, would not be fun.
A shower might help with his cock’s hair trigger. Because if he fucked her now, he would be just as embarrassed as if he’d blown in his underwear.
She had to be close to her breaking point, too.
Should he risk continuing until she came?
No fucking way.
He pulled on her hair until her body bowed. “Get up. Time to shower.”
When she went to stand, he gave her a hand since she was a bit wobbly from her head hanging over his legs.
“I stink from the bar.”
“Actually, your pussy smells pretty damn good. But if you’d feel better showering first before I fuck you, I’m good with that.”
“Are you joining me?”
“That’s the plan.”
Her lips curved upward and heat flared in her dark eyes. “Then, I guess, like you said, it’s time to shower.”
She turned away from him to unzip and pull off her boots and while she was bent over doing that, she made sure to show off his handiwork. Her cheeks had already turned a deep pink instead of bright red.
At that sight, he ran a hand down his erection.
Christ, that wasn’t smart.
He got to his feet and stepped behind her, helping her pull off her top and unhook her bra. She peeled her leggings down the rest of the way and tugged them free from her feet before tossing them aside.
She turned, now completely naked.
His eyes skimmed over her from head to toe, then with a frown they rose again. At first, he thought he’d been seeing things. He hadn’t.
She had a bruise on her arm near her wrist. And another on her left breast.
What the fuck?
“What happened?” he demanded. He circled her, making sure there weren’t any more. Those bruises weren’t fresh, so he didn’t cause them from him throwing her over his shoulder or even the spanking.
She’d gotten them elsewhere. And he knew exactly where.
When she glanced down at where he was looking, her mouth twisted. “Murphy.”
“No way. Not in those spots.”
When she lifted her eyes again, she avoided his. “I’m clumsy. I bumped into a few things last night while working behind the bar.”
“Bullshit. You don’t want to tell me because you don’t want me pulling you from the assignment.”
“It’s only a couple of bruises, Crew.”
“Then tell me how you got them,” he insisted.
“Only if you promise not to pull me.”
He wasn’t doing that.
Instead, he grabbed her arm and inspected the bruise right above her wrist. Of course he could make out the shape of fingers. Someone had grabbed her hard enough to leave a mark.
Clenching his teeth, he dropped her hand and studied the bruise near her nipple. He beat back the growl bubbling up his throat.
“Crew… It’s a hazard of the job. I handled it.”
His nostrils flared as he pulled in a breath.
“Are you going to ruin our plans because of a couple of bruises?”
Was he?
“Can we finish what we started? I’m standing here naked. You need to be the same for us to share a shower.”
Of course she wanted him to drop the subject.
But she was right, he needed to let it go. There’d been plenty of times he’d gotten bruises while on the job.
However, it was the way she obtained them that still bugged the shit out of him.