Total pages in book: 18
Estimated words: 16015 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 80(@200wpm)___ 64(@250wpm)___ 53(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 16015 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 80(@200wpm)___ 64(@250wpm)___ 53(@300wpm)
I was a greedy son of a bitch. But first, I needed to shower because there was no way in hell I was dirtying up my woman like this.
When I got to the clubhouse to get a quick shower and change, Elliot intercepted me, blocking my path. I sighed and silently arched an eyebrow at him. Grunting, he shoved a hand through his hair, looking a bit uncomfortable, which put me on edge.
“I’m sorry,” he muttered quietly so only I heard him.
I pulled him into a quick hug, not saying a word, but I didn’t need to. He clapped his hand to my back before we both stepped back. A tentative smile tilted his lips, and I nodded once at him, letting one tilt my lips as well.
And just like that, we were okay again.
He moved aside, and I continued making my way to my apartment. Once the door was shut behind me, I toed my boots off before padding to my bathroom. I needed a hot shower, and then, I planned to head to the club.
The water slid over my tense muscles, relaxing me after a hard, long day at work. The project we were working on was a rush job. The owner of the house wanted to quickly flip it and sell it so he could move on to the next project. He was a long-time client of ours, and while he paid well and on time without a single complaint, we hated doing work for him. He was a nit-picker, and he liked to try to rush us.
We could only work so fast. Any faster, and we risked making mistakes or injuring ourselves or someone else. And that couldn’t happen. Safety was our utmost priority. Always.
After lathering my hair with shampoo, I scrubbed my scalp, making sure I got all the dust and dirt out. I imagined Athena’s hands running over my scalp like they had over the weekend when we showered together, the tender way she took care of me. I groaned, my dick hardening, and with a slick hand, I began to stroke myself, imagining feasting on her perfect tits as she scraped her perfectly manicured nails against my scalp.
I groaned, leaning back against the wall, letting the water run over me as her curvy body came to life in my mind. She would be soaked, her thighs slick with her need for me. My fingers would delve between her thighs, sinking into her tight cunt as I thumbed at her clit. Her legs would tremble just like they always did, and she would breathily moan my name, a plea for more.
I moaned her name as my cum spurted from my cock, leaking onto the floor beneath me. The water washed it away, and I sagged, breathing in deeply.
Fuck, I really needed to see her.
Groaning, I slipped back beneath the water and began to wash my body, my dick still half-hard despite me just getting off.
The club was busier than normal when I stepped inside, and I cringed. I fucking hated crowds, and I usually made a point of being here before other people showed up so I wouldn’t have to make my way through people. I was claustrophobic, and I didn’t like being touched unless it was people I trusted or I gave explicit permission to someone to do so.
Chelsea waved at me and pointed to the back booth I normally sat in, RESERVED scrawled on a small topper. I strode over to it, going out of my way to avoid brushing against anyone. Once I was seated, I looked toward the stage.
Athena was dancing, and she hadn’t noticed me yet. My dick plumped at the sight of her. Her tits were bare, and the only thing covering her cunt was a tiny scrap of lacy, blue fabric. I clenched my jaw when I saw all of the men panting after her, but at least they were throwing money at her, so she was getting paid.
I didn’t like other men seeing what belonged to me, but this was her job, and I would never force her to change it.
Chelsea handed me a glass and placed a bottle of my favorite whiskey on the table. “You look like you’re going to rip apart every man looking at her,” she said. She pointed her finger at me, her eyes narrowed. “Do not make a scene, Seb. I will call Adler to drag your ass out of here.”
I nodded once in understanding. She slipped away, leaning over an older man in his mid-fifties, whispering something into his ear that had him grinning and nodding. She strutted back off to the bar, and I focused back on the stage just as Athena stepped down and straddled a man’s lap, her tits pressing against his face. It was clear she still hadn’t noticed me because I knew by now that she would have immediately made her way to my table.