Total pages in book: 117
Estimated words: 113996 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 570(@200wpm)___ 456(@250wpm)___ 380(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 113996 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 570(@200wpm)___ 456(@250wpm)___ 380(@300wpm)
“Oh God…” She arched her back and her head dropped back, exposing her milky throat. “This is too good…”
I leaned in and trailed my tongue along the smooth slope. She clenched me hard, moaning loudly when my tongue found the soft, sensitive spot below her ear. “Oh God, I’m going to…”
She released a long, drawn-out moan and fell back onto her palms, and I could feel the tight little clenches of her pussy as she started to come.
I groaned. Overpowered by the sensation. Her moans. The tight fluttering of muscles against my cock. They pushed me over the cliff into oblivion, and my orgasm slammed into me with ferocious force. We came together, wild and uninhibited, our moans like a chorus as I pumped my release against her throbbing pussy, and she unraveled in ecstasy on my desk.
Breathless, I fell onto my palms and panted into her mouth. I could feel her heartbeat pounding in time with mine as we caught our breath and slowly floated down from the high we’d just experienced.
I flinched inside her, my cock sensitive and tender, and she licked her lips with a groan.
Chuckling softly, she leaned up and whispered in my ear. “Now I know why they call you Bull.”
TAYLOR
I told myself it was nothing to panic about.
It was just a one off.
We were both turned on.
Both attracted to each other.
Both needing to come.
And it was amazing.
I hadn’t come with a man in a long, long time. But it was nothing more than that.
Really.
The sexual tension between us had been crazy. Who could blame us?
But it was done now.
Although…
When I left Bull, he said he would call me later. Then he kissed me, and something in that kiss told me I was in trouble.
Not because of him.
Because of me.
You like this guy.
I couldn’t deny my attraction to Bull. And I couldn’t control it. Yet I could control if I acted on it. Well, in theory anyway. Apparently, the moment he got close to me, I was ready to drop my panties and climb onto his dick.
Fuck me on your desk.
I raked my fingers down my face at the memory and sat down on my bed, shaking my head as if I could shake my thoughts out of my brain. The closet door was open, and my gaze lifted to the suitcases tucked away on the top shelf.
We could leave.
Noah and I.
We could just pack up and go.
I knew Noah would be upset, but he would get over it. Bull couldn’t become anyone to him—I’d already fucked up by letting the two of them get close.
I was panicking. Rushing to fix a situation I’d let get out of control.
I needed to calm the fuck down.
I couldn’t leave. Not now.
My head fell to my hands.
I had let this go too far, but it had been so long since….
Since what, Taylor?
Since you felt something for a man, other than wanting to ride his cock?
Since you wanted to lose hours kissing a pair of deliciously demanding lips?
Since you wanted to get lost in the heat of a powerful body as it gave you multiple mind-blowing orgasms?
I stood up, pushing my fingers through my hair.
I felt torn.
But maybe I was being too hard on myself. Maybe I was overthinking it. Because realistically, since when did me fucking someone ever involve emotions? Bull had made it very clear he wasn’t emotionally available. It was purely a physical thing. And I had always been really good at distancing my emotions from a situation.
Perhaps we could do the no-strings-attached thing?
But even as I thought it, I knew it wasn’t true.
I could fuck without emotion, for sure. When had I fucked for anything else?
But I doubted that would last very long with someone like Bull. He was too addicting. Too fucking irresistible. Every delicious inch of him.
With a groan, I fell back on the bed and thought about the man who’d given me multiple, earth-shattering orgasms on his desk this afternoon, and my body came alive with need. And I knew, just knew, I was going to have a hard time keeping my hands off him. It was crazy. I should be wary of him. After all, I’d heard stories about him. Stories that painted him as a merciless man.
Cold-hearted with cold eyes.
Ruthless.
Bad.
But that was the problem.
I always did have a thing for the bad boys.
The next day I was in the clubhouse bar with Matlock and Randy. It had been a quiet shift because a lot of the Kings were out on club business. Matlock had just come back from Head Quarters. He was dating one of the actresses known as Danni Deepthroat. She was famous for the “Danni Deepthroat Does…” movies, including Danni Deepthroat Does Dick and Danni Deepthroat Does It Down Under.
He was wasting time at the bar, drinking beer, and from what I could tell, watching her latest movie.