Total pages in book: 215
Estimated words: 217988 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1090(@200wpm)___ 872(@250wpm)___ 727(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 217988 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1090(@200wpm)___ 872(@250wpm)___ 727(@300wpm)
Then his phone beeped and he groaned, pulling it out to check it. “I have to go.”
She whimpered. Not cool.
“I’m sorry, baby girl. I’ll try to make it up to you. Both of you be good.” He quickly kissed her, then moved to Brody and did the same before walking to the entry. At the doorway, he turned back, taking them both in.
“Be good both of you or I’ll know. In bed by eleven.”
She sat up and Brody came over to sit next to her.
“Whoa,” he said.
She could agree with that.
“Do you think that’s his real face?”
Hell. She hadn’t even thought of that. “I don’t know.”
“I think it might be. And he’s hot.”
He was definitely that.
“He’s also bossy,” she said. “All those rules.”
“You need those rules.”
She sighed because she knew he was right, but she wasn’t going to let him know that.
“Now I know why you think watching us kiss is so sexy.” He adjusted himself.
Oh. Ohhh.
She stared down at his dick which was pressing against his pants. Hmm.
“That’s not making anything better.”
“What?” she asked.
“You staring down at me like you’re hungry,” he told her. “I need to use the bathroom.”
“To jack off?” she blurted out.
Brody went so red he looked like he had a bad sunburn. “N-no!”
“Oh, that’s disappointing.”
“It . . . it is?” he asked.
“Yep. Wait.” A thought occurred to her. “Have you gone off to the bathroom when you’ve been turned on before?”
“I . . . uh . . . yes.”
“Ohhh. To hide it from me?” Because he thought she couldn’t handle it? She couldn’t blame him for that. She couldn’t even orgasm.
Dirty slut.
Beg me for it, slut.
Go away!
“I just . . . I don’t want to make you uncomfortable,” he explained.
“I understand . . . but what if I said that I wanted to see?”
“You want to watch me, uh . . . touch myself?”
She hadn’t thought it possible for him to grow redder. Seems she was wrong.
“Or . . . I could help you,” she whispered.
He cupped her chin. “Baby, you ready for that?”
“I . . . I’m not sure exactly. But when I think about it, I feel excited, not scared. A bit nervous, but mainly because I haven’t given a blow job in a long time.”
“B-blow job?” he asked.
“Yeah. What did you think I meant?”
“I thought you were going to use your hand on me.”
“Well, I could do that too. But I . . . I want to try giving you a blow job. I like things in my mouth, in case you didn’t know that already.”
“I did. I’ve seen you eat suckers. Never knew candy could give me a hard-on.”
She giggled. “Have to remember that.”
“Brat,” he growled. Then he ran a finger down her cheek. “Sure? There’s no pressure.”
“Please. I want to. I think it will help. Give me back some confidence. A feeling of being in control. And I feel a sense of satisfaction at the idea of kneeling between your legs and having you in my mouth. But just . . . don’t touch me?”
“Don’t touch you?”
“Just not sure how I’d react. So don’t grab my head or hair or anything. I don’t want to accidentally bite down on you.”
He shuddered. “No, we don’t want that.” He cupped himself protectively and she had to grin at the gesture.
“Poor Brody-bear, worried about his joystick.”
He just shot her a look.
“So? Would you like me to . . .” She gestured down at his joystick.
“On two conditions.”
“Okay.”
“One, you say your safeword at any time if you feel unsure or uncomfortable or scared or whatever.”
“But I don’t have one.” It sounded like a good idea. Just in case things went wrong.
Dirty slut.
No one will want you.
Fuck! She hated that he got into her head still.
He’s dead.
“Choose one.”
“Hmm. How about . . . cabbage? I don’t like cabbage.” Gross.
“Cabbage it is.”
“Second condition?” she asked.
“That you pull away if you feel hungry.”
She grinned. “You don’t want any bite marks?”
“No bite marks.”
“Done.” She rubbed her hands together. “Let’s get to this.”
Brody watched her place a cushion on the floor between his feet. She kneeled between his legs.
“Wait!”
“Yes?” She glanced up at him. Part of him thought he was insane for stopping her, for giving her a reason to back out.
Take the blow job.
He’d only had one in his life. And that was from a guy. He just knew this was going to be completely different.
“I just . . . did the senator ever . . . I mean . . .” Fuck.
She stilled, looking frozen and ill.
“I’m sorry,” he blurted out. Why had he said anything? “Shoot, I ruin everything.”
Suddenly, she scowled, glaring at him. “You do not ruin everything, Brody! That’s naughty. I’ll tell Daddy on you for saying that.”
“Hey, no tattling.”
“Well, you best not be saying or thinking that again. He might just take off his belt. That would be so hot.”