Total pages in book: 156
Estimated words: 151044 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 755(@200wpm)___ 604(@250wpm)___ 503(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 151044 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 755(@200wpm)___ 604(@250wpm)___ 503(@300wpm)
“I never want you to feel like you have to go somewhere else for booty!”
“Hey.” He caught my face and made me look him in the eye. “That would never happen. I love you. I don’t want anyone else. And if this is something you need to do, then we’ll do it. I’ll wait as long as it takes.”
“Really?”
“Really. I don’t like it, but if you need this right now, I’ll support you.”
My heart melted. I wasn’t sure if it was something I needed or something I needed to prove, but I appreciated his blind support. “I love you.”
“I love you too.” He closed the distance and softly kissed me. “And I’ve never been more grateful that we opted for a short engagement.”
After a few nights of no sex I was over my vow of celibacy, but Hale started to get into it. I’d proven what I needed to prove and my squirrel-like attention span was ready to move on to a new goal. But Hale… The man loved a challenge.
He’d kiss me and get my blood pumping only to pin my exploring hands to the bed and firmly tell me, “No.”
Somehow, his denial of my pleasure made me want him all the more. Not having sex had led to some of the hottest make out sessions of my life. Hale—the expert of edging that he was—literally had me begging for it.
“Please? I need you inside of me. I’ll do anything you want.”
He bit my nipple right through my shirt. “I know you will—when you’re officially my wife.”
“I hate you.”
Not only was I the one regretting our arrangement, which I’d manufactured all on my own, Hale was getting off on my desperation. So much so that he amped up his usual sexting while I was at work.
I’d be dealing with Remington when a text would come out of nowhere, depicting some of the most vulgar, lewd, perverted things I’d ever read. It was totally hot. It was also incredibly cruel. Whatever the girl equivalent of a classroom hard-on was, I was walking around with one. Hale made sure I rocked a lady-boner twenty-four-seven with no relief in sight.
He’d even confiscated my vibrator as part of our no penetration rule. “This is contraband,” he said, tossing it in the safe and twisting the dial.
“I know the code to get in there.”
One hard look from him and we both knew I wouldn’t dare open that safe. “Dick.”
“That’s right,” he said, diving onto the bed and kissing me slowly. “The only dick that’s going to bring you relief—when it’s time.”
He knew I was inept at making myself come. He was torturing me on purpose. I even tried using the water massager, but only ended up squirting the ceiling fixtures and burning my clit.
Meanwhile, he’d been taking extra-long showers at all hours of the day and walking around whistling showtunes in a way that bragged without words that his pipes were clear.
I’d had enough. If he didn’t bring me some relief I was going to order the biggest vibrator I could find and make him watch as I finished the job once and for all. I was determined to get my husband back inside of me.
No way was I taking no for an answer again. As we kissed the following night, my legs coiled around him, locking his hard body against mine as I arched and moaned.
“Please, Hale.” I pushed his hand between my thighs. “I need you.” My body strained to get closer even though we were as close as humanly possible without actually having literal sex. “Please...”
“Baby, we can’t.”
His cock pressed through our clothing, nudging at all the right places. He’d become a master of outercourse, rocking against my body and forming delicious friction until I hung on a precipice of pleasure and pain ready to scream. I could come if he kept moving his hips that way.
“Are you close?” His lips teased my throat as his warm hand cupped my breast, pinching my nipple through the shirt ever so slightly.
I moaned, my body arching and trembling as I came closer to sweet, sweet release. “Please.” The tip of his hard cock nudged me through my soaked panties. “Hale…”
Hands squeezed my ass, my breasts, and even pulled my hair. I was shaking like a leaf, more sensitized than I’d ever been. He caressed my throat, my ears, every touch carried a tantric weight. The slightest ripple of clothing slammed through me like a gong. And then it happened.
I don’t know how, or what exactly he touched to send me off, but I was suddenly shattering in his arms. It was subtle yet undeniable. All the little aftershocks were there, but rather than feel replete and drained, my body wanted more. Only, I couldn’t handle more. The slightest caress proved too much and I gasped every time he touched me.