Drake (Pittsburgh Titans #5) Read Online Sawyer Bennett

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Contemporary, Romance, Sports Tags Authors: Series: Pittsburgh Titans Series by Sawyer Bennett
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Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 92180 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 461(@200wpm)___ 369(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
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“Sex god?” I bark out a laugh as I release her. I turn to plate up the eggs and bacon. “Is that what I am?”

“You know you are,” she mutters, moving around the island to one of the tall stools. “Your fingers, mouth, and dick are magic.”

I’d like to return the sentiment, something like she drives me crazy and I’m slightly obsessed with her, but I’m not admitting shit. We drew a line between us, and I’m not going to even hint that it might be blurring.

I remain on the other side of the island, not trusting myself to behave. We both dig into the eggs.

“What’s on your agenda today?” I ask. “Norcross Holdings or Titans work?”

“Both,” she says with a smile, then looks at her watch. “In fact, I’ve got to hurry this up. My driver will be here soon to take me to the gym.”

“Lifestyles of the rich and famous,” I say, not with any derision. She’s earned her money and should use it as she sees fit.

“I’d drive myself, but I’ve never quite had the time to master the ability.”

My fork pauses halfway to my mouth. “You don’t know how to drive?”

She shrugs. “I mean… I know the basics. I took driver’s education, but I never got my license. I just never needed to.”

“You never needed to go anywhere?”

Shaking her head, she smirks. “Of course, I’ve had to go places. In high school, I had friends who drove or our family had a driver. I went off to Columbia when I was seventeen, and I didn’t need a car in New York. I was there six years doing my undergrad and master’s, and by the time I got back to Pennsylvania to take my place beside my dad, it just seemed like a waste of time to learn. Once again, I had a driver to take me everywhere.”

“Damn.” I’m absolutely amazed. “I’ve never met a grown woman who doesn’t drive.”

Brienne’s expression turns wistful as she sets her fork down on what I’m pleased to see is an empty plate. “I sometimes wish I drove, though. Not really around the city, but I’d love to take off on a drive through the countryside. Pennsylvania has the most beautiful mountains. I don’t have the time to learn, though.”

Something tugs inside my chest that she can’t even have something as simple as a peaceful drive because her responsibilities are too great.

I’m on the verge of offering to teach her, but that muddies the waters, so I throw out a radical change of subject.

“You know what sucks?” I say.

“What’s that?” She picks up her coffee and sips.

“That I can’t spontaneously pick you up, set you on the counter, and fuck you.”

Brienne chokes and sputters, coffee spraying from her mouth. She grabs a napkin and wipes herself. “Jesus, Drake… a little warning before you turn from normal conversation to dirty talk.”

I grin. “Sorry… it does suck, though. Having to walk all the way back to the bedroom to grab a condom.”

“No worries,” she replies and nods to the counter behind me. “I keep a stash in one of those drawers.”

My eyebrows shoot high. “You do?”

“No,” she exclaims on a laugh. “Why would I keep condoms in the kitchen?”

“So I could spontaneously fuck you in here when I wanted?” I reply, then reach across the counter to grab her hand. “But I have a brilliant idea… let’s ditch the condoms.”

Brienne’s hand jerks, and she tries to pull away, but I hold tight and draw it to my lips. I slide her index finger into my mouth, lave my tongue around it until it glistens. “I enjoyed the show you gave me last night… touching yourself. Give me a repeat performance.”

“I’ve got sexual whiplash from you talking about giving up condoms to me masturbating,” she grumbles. “I haven’t even finished my first cup of coffee.”

“Get used to it,” I proclaim, walking around the counter. “I’m never going to let you get comfortable in what I might do to you.”

Fuck me… Brienne shudders just from my words.

Moving behind her stool, I reach around to pull her robe open and palm her thighs. I put pressure on them, and she spreads her legs without any hesitation. “Touch yourself,” I remind her softly, leaning over her shoulder so I can watch.

She does, and the vision is so erotic, my cock immediately aches for her. It doesn’t just get hard… it hurts.

Putting my lips near her ear, I murmur, “Get an STD test. I’ll do the same. I want to be raw with you.”

Brienne groans, her head falling back to my shoulder. But she doesn’t agree. “What’s the point? We both know this has an expiration date.”

She’s not wrong, but it doesn’t change what I want. Even if we only have this for a little while, I want to feel one hundred percent of her.


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