Total pages in book: 120
Estimated words: 113464 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 567(@200wpm)___ 454(@250wpm)___ 378(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 113464 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 567(@200wpm)___ 454(@250wpm)___ 378(@300wpm)
Pulling the fridge door open, I find it stocked with an assortment of veggies and fruit. I forget the idea of tea when my eyes land on a pre-made yogurt smoothie, and while I’d rather have something gross and greasy to fit my mood, I grab a bottle before perching on a stool at the island in the center of the room. The house, if you could call it that, is beautifully decorated in grays and blues with dark wood accents. It’s sleek but homey. The kitchen houses high-end appliances, white marble countertops, and dark wood cabinets. It’s a far reach from the two-story cottage home my father owns.
I twist the cap off the smoothie and down half of it. Mid-gulp, the contents get stuck in my throat when a woman’s voice meets my ears.
Nope. That’s not a voice. It’s a moan. Actually, moans, to be accurate.
Scanning the patio and pool beyond for a source of the noise, my first thought is maybe it’s Tatum, but that’s not possible. She’s dead to the world at this point. And these aren’t pain-filled or nauseated moans. They’re passion-filled. Hot.
Movement draws my attention to one of the lounge chairs arranged at the edge of the pool. There are lights beneath the water, embedded in the concrete walls, and they cast just enough of a glow to reveal what I missed when I first sat down.
Twenty feet away are Callum and some nameless blonde. He’s on his knees at the foot of the chair, the woman splayed out before him like a feast. My cheeks burn, and I know I should turn away, but I don’t. I watch as he peels away the bottom half of her bikini and lowers his face to her center. Oh my god. He’s eating her pussy, and I’m sitting here like an idiot watching. But I still can’t turn away as she arches her back and sinks both hands into his hair, holding him in place.
Pressing a hand to my mouth, I stifle a gasp at the way he feasts on her, his strong hands wrapped around her thighs. Desire for something I have no business wanting bubbles low in my belly. Callum has always been the sexiest man I’ve ever met, a man who’s inspired countless filthy fantasies, but I’ve never seen him naked or even without one of his hand-tailored suits on. He’s always friendly but distracted by work. Fatherly, but fair-minded—he’s never treated either of us like kids. Commanding. Powerful. And even a little scary with his intensity.
Now, I stare at him, drinking in the sight of his bare torso, inked arms and shoulders in a new light. The thick, corded muscles glisten. They’ve been swimming, his trunks still dripping water onto the concrete.
Bitter jealousy presses against my chest and grows like a forest fire as the woman writhes beneath his mouth. I can only imagine what his tongue feels like, the roughness of it as he flicks her clit. My clit. I bet he’s the type to swallow every drop of her release. It’s clear she’s enjoying herself, given the throaty moans entering the kitchen.
“Oh god! Callum. Yes! More!” she begs.
Callum is an experienced man. He’s older and patient, and I know he could make me explode in seconds.
My cheeks grow hotter. I’m sure if I looked in the mirror, my neck would be flaming red. I should go. It’s wrong—and neither of them knows I’m here. I need to go back to the room, remember my boyfriend and mundane future, but my feet won’t move.
The scene playing out on the patio unlocks a fantasy I didn’t even want to acknowledge. The desire and excitement of being caught or seen. I wish like hell I was her, having him take me beneath the stars, too eager and hungry for each other to bother waiting until we get inside.
I watch with bated breath as he grinds his face against her, his huge hands reaching across the length of her writhing body to pull down the skimpy cups of her bikini top. His hands quickly swallow her gigantic tits. His huge, veiny hands. Saliva fills my mouth. Fuck, what the hell am I doing? I’m so turned on by the scene before me I can feel the heat of my desire soaking my panties. Licking my lips, I watch with desperation as he massages her breasts, rolling the pink nipples until she lets out a greedy cry of pleasure, her legs closing tightly around his head as if she can’t stand the pleasure.
“Fuck. It feels so good.”
My heart shudders in my chest. I need to get out of here before they see me. Right now, they’re busy, but that could change and I’d die of humiliation if discovered.
Then move, you idiot.
And yet, my stupid feet stay rooted where they are. My eyes refuse to leave Callum’s body. My nipples become stiff peaks that ache as they rub against the cotton of my nightshirt. I’ve been turned on before, but I’ve never experienced something like this. The sudden, all-consuming pleasure filling my core, all without a single finger touching me.