Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 83195 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 416(@200wpm)___ 333(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83195 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 416(@200wpm)___ 333(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
“You were phenomenal, as you always are. I’m sorry I couldn’t partake in ‘one margarita, two margarita’ with you.”
“Oh my god,” I say on a groan, putting my head in my hands, remembering bits of the night.
He smirks as he bends down and starts tugging at my dress. “But I very much would like to take you out to celebrate. Whatever you like.”
“I never want to drink again.”
He chuckles. “We don’t have to drink to celebrate, Lena.”
I let him pull the dress off, lifting my arms to help as I remain on the floor. When it’s off, I’m left in just my G-string. He looks down at me, fucking me with just a stare.
“I don’t know if I can have sex with you right now,” I say as I look at his very hard cock, which is right in front of my face.
He chuckles. “Sweetheart, you’re the only one suggesting it. I’m trying to get you to shower.”
But, damn, it’s hard not to want to fuck this man.
“Shower,” I say, nodding. I manage to stand, and as I do, my hand hits his cock. “Cock!” I scream, and pull my hand away. He fights a smirk.
“Didn’t know you were into slapping,” he says. Then he glances down at his cock. “He likes it, if you want to do it again.” His cock twitches at his words.
“I’m sorry,” I quickly say. I can only act like a quarter of a person right now.
“I’m not,” he replies, then turns and steps into the shower. I follow him. His shower is big enough for the two of us, and I can smell myself now. I do stink.
He hands me a toothbrush with toothpaste already on it, and I instantly put it in my mouth, start brushing, then spit the foam onto the shower floor. He raises a brow.
“Spitting too. Damn, what else have you been hiding from me?” I know he’s joking. And I get a warm feeling in my chest because he doesn’t usually joke. Always so serious. I hand him the toothbrush, and he puts it in his mouth. My own mouth opens in surprise.
“What?” he mumbles around the toothbrush.
I say nothing and reach for the body wash.
He just watches me with those come-fuck-me green eyes, and I can’t help but watch him too.
He didn’t touch me last night. Not even as I was supposedly touching him in my sleep. I wouldn’t go so far as to call him a gentleman, but to me, he is that and more. He is such an unusual man, and I get confused every time I’m around him. Because when I’m with him, my world drops away, and I only see him. It’s like he creates some type of bubble and wraps it around us, but sooner or later, we both know it’s going to pop. Something this intoxicating can’t hold out forever, can it?
“Wash my back?” he asks, and turns around. “You drooled all over it.”
“I did not,” I scoff, then take his loofah and start washing his back. I take my time, scrubbing the hard planes of muscle, and he just stands there, letting me touch him. I don’t take for granted the fact that he lets me touch him. I understand that he doesn’t give that away willingly. I don’t even know if he has before, so I take full advantage of it, and I let my other hand roam down his side until I reach his waist. My fingers rest at the start of his V, and I can feel him sucking a breath at my touch, but again, he makes no move to reach for my hand and pull it even lower.
A small part of me wants him to take control, but the bigger part knows I don’t want him to, even though I’ll enjoy every second of his authority.
My circles are slow on his back. Fuck, fuck, fuck. I’m a good girl, remember? A smart girl.
He slowly turns, the water trailing over his face and down his chest. His hands wrap around my waist, and I can’t help but look down at his well-groomed, beautiful fucking cock.
“Lena,” he says, voice gravelly, and before I can even stop, I throw myself at him.
I just can’t resist this man, and all I can see or want to see is him.
Just him.
All of him.
He catches me. Of course he does.
I feel like I could jump from a cliff and he would catch me. He lifts me up, and I wrap my legs around his waist. I feel him between my thighs, and he lifts me slightly higher before he pulls me back down and slides straight into me.
Heaven.
Hello, God, are you there?
I find his mouth. He tastes like peppermint, and I bet I do too. He kisses me back, neither of us moving at first. I feel so full with him inside me, like I’ve been starved from the last time he stayed with me for the night.