Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 85565 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 428(@200wpm)___ 342(@250wpm)___ 285(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85565 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 428(@200wpm)___ 342(@250wpm)___ 285(@300wpm)
“Yeah. It’s… yeah.” I ran fingers through my hair. “It’s kind of the only place I truly feel myself in the house.”
Sawyer studied me before pulling me closer. “Why do you live in a museum and only have one room where you feel like yourself?”
I shrugged. “I mean… I let Richard decorate everything because I’d always wanted a showplace and he has good taste—grew up with money and everything. I’d grown up in a shithole. So when the brownstone was remodeled and finally looked like a place to be proud of, it was… nice. I didn’t feel like some college kid with a bunch of hand-me-downs anymore.”
He leaned in and pressed a soft kiss at the edge of my lips. His breath was warm against my skin. “I get it. I live in my grandparents’ old house behind the inn, and… well, at least for now, I guess,” he said with a soft laugh. I opened my mouth to apologize again, but he shushed me. “So I know what it’s like living with someone else’s junk. I’ve always daydreamed about fixing the place up to be just mine. It’s one thing to honor their memories and quite another to have to watch TV in Grandpa’s nasty old recliner every night.”
Sawyer leaned in and kissed me again. “But I think you can redecorate a place to look nice and still be an expression of you. And still be comfortable to live in.” He kissed me some more, which was only serving to distract me from the conversation. “Maybe I can help you with that.”
“Mmm, I’d like that.”
His hands moved up my chest to begin working on the buttons of my work shirt. “Maybe I can help you with something else first, though.”
“Mmm, I’d like that even better.” I sucked in a breath when he nipped on the side of my neck. It was hard to focus. “Want to go to the bedroom?”
Sawyer pulled back and gave me a sultry smirk. “No way. I want you to bend me over that couch or that desk and fuck me the way you’ve always wanted to fuck someone in here.” He stopped suddenly as if remembering Richard used to live here. “I mean—”
I clapped a hand over his mouth. “Yes, please. I’ve never done that before. With anyone.”
He exhaled against my hand. “Condom in my wallet.”
My heart fluttered a little at his optimism. “Expecting something when you came here?” I replaced my hand with my mouth.
“Hoping,” he mumbled against my lips. “Praying.”
I moved my hands up underneath his shirt to feel his warm skin. “God, you feel good. I still can’t believe you’re here.”
He moved down to suck on the skin of my collarbone, pulling open my shirt that was now mostly open anyway. “Couldn’t stay away. Needed you. Don’t know why really.”
I pulled him off me and held his face in my hands. “What do you mean?”
Sawyer shrugged and looked away. “It’s crazy, right? I mean… we’ve only known each other a few days. Why… why do I feel like I…” He stopped and clamped his mouth closed.
I thumbed his bottom lip. “Say it,” I whispered. “Please. I feel the same way.”
His eyes met mine. “I feel like I don’t want to be somewhere where you aren’t. I feel like I want to know everything about you and for you to know everything about me. I feel like…”
I pulled him in and kissed him desperately, trying and failing to keep it tender and sweet, to show him with my kiss how I felt the exact same way.
My hands went into his hair and then to his clothes. Within moments we were both naked on the large sofa in my office, Sawyer’s hot, muscular body was draped across my front, and our dicks were quickly reacquainting themselves with one another as we arched into each other and ground our hips together. Gasping breaths and the creaking of old leather were the only sounds in the room.
“Ride m-me,” I said, desperate to get inside him even though I’d bottomed with him at the Cape. “P-please. Okay?” I was stammering because there were so many thoughts in my head, images of watching my dick push into him. I wanted it so badly.
Sawyer’s eyes heated. “Fuck, yeah.” He scrambled off me long enough to grab the condom while I reached into the side table drawer for my bottle of lube.
“Masturbating in the office, Mr. Allen?” Sawyer asked with a lifted eyebrow and a smirk. “How dirty. You naughty, naughty boy.”
“More like pathetic, lonely boy. Get your ass over here and sit on my cock.” It came out as more of a growl, but I was past ready to get inside him.
I watched him take his sweet time prepping himself and making a big show of it while I pretty much practically hyperventilated and drooled all over myself. When he finally straddled me and began to sink onto my dick, I felt like my eyes were going to roll back in my head. “Holy fuck.”