Total pages in book: 110
Estimated words: 107557 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 538(@200wpm)___ 430(@250wpm)___ 359(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107557 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 538(@200wpm)___ 430(@250wpm)___ 359(@300wpm)
A shiver shot down her spine when he slowly pushed the velvet fabric of her plunging neckline to the sides—as if he were opening curtains—until her chest was completely exposed to him.
Dipping his head, he pulled one peaked nipple deep into his mouth. That pull could be felt all the way to her core.
Oooooh yes, she’d missed this. A vibrator was good in a pinch but didn’t compare to intimacy with a man who knew what he was doing.
At least, he knew what he was doing so far. She only hoped that continued if this went any further. But if that happened, it wouldn’t be tonight. Or on that couch. Or in that room.
Still, it wouldn’t hurt to get a little preview.
The harder he sucked, the faster she rocked back and forth in his lap, grinding against his erection.
Damn… She was so wet, so sensitive, it wouldn’t take much for her to orgasm.
That might be his goal.
Grabbing the fabric gathered at her hips, he yanked her dress even higher, exposing her ass cheeks. The air conditioning in the room sliding across her heated skin made her shiver.
He switched from one aching nipple to the other, giving each equal time.
When his fingers dug hard into her bare ass cheeks, he squeezed them hard, then dragged a finger down her crease. His intimate touch shot a groan up her throat.
He teased her there for a few seconds, before hooking his finger into her thong and pulling it to the side, giving him unfettered access to where she was soaked and throbbing. And, damn, wishing they weren’t currently sitting in the VIP room at The Peach Pit.
After drawing his finger through her slick folds, he plunged it inside her, forcing another groan from her.
In the room only filled with their heavy breathing, she could hear how wet she was every time he thrust his finger in and out. She ground down even harder, needing some friction on her clit.
She was about to tell him that one finger wasn’t going to cut it and he also needed to pay attention to her clit, when he suddenly pulled it out.
What the hell!
She quickly swallowed her complaint when he held his shiny digit in front of her face. “Is this your typical reaction to a lap dance?”
That was a burning question he needed an answer to right now? She wanted to come, not have a conversation.
“First of all, this isn’t a lap dance. And second, no, not even close.”
“Is this all because of me, then?”
Was he genuinely surprised or being cocky? She couldn’t tell.
“All because of you,” she confirmed.
“Then I’m a lucky fucking bastard.”
Okay, not being cocky. Good. “If you think so.”
“Not just me. I would think most hetero men seeing you on my lap getting this wet from only a little foreplay would agree.”
“No one is watching and if they were, I wouldn’t ask their opinion.” Most other people’s opinions meant nothing to her. Like assholes, everyone had one. Some were useful and others were just shitty. “Now, if you’re done—”
“Who the fuck said I’m done?” he growled.
She pressed her lips together, grabbed the hand on her ass and slapped it onto her breast. She took the one with the slick finger and jammed it back between her legs. “Then get to it.”
“Damn, woman,” he whispered.
“The clock is ticking.”
“Then—”
To shut him up, she took his mouth again. His chuckle was captured in her mouth, and she exchanged it for a groan when he tweaked her nipple at the same time he slid two fingers inside her.
She rode his hand and his lap, grinding against him. Losing herself in the intense kiss and with what he was doing with his fingers. Which was plundering her like a pirate taking over a ship.
She would hand over that booty without a fight.
Gripping the back of his neck and deepening the kiss, she rose and fell as he worked his magic by curling his fingers.
Hell yes! A man who not only knew where her clit was but also the G-spot!
Jackpot!
It didn’t take long for her to reach that very peak where she teetered for a few more seconds before tumbling down that mountain and landing at the bottom.
Her gasp caused the kiss to end, and she pinned her forehead against his while sucking in oxygen. He slowly moved his fingers in and out of her, waiting for her orgasm to wane.
The reason all her orgasms lately have been self-made was to keep her life uncomplicated. She already had enough issues right now with her job, she didn’t need shit in her personal life to add onto that list.
Again, if she was going to break her dry spell, she wouldn’t mind doing it with the man whose lap she straddled. She had to assume he was the type to consider sex an activity that could be enjoyed without a serious commitment, being he was somewhere in his thirties and still single.