Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 83211 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 416(@200wpm)___ 333(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83211 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 416(@200wpm)___ 333(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
He shrugs. “They bake pies and bring me homemade lunches. They tell me I’m handsome. And, before you, they were clamoring to set me up with their granddaughters.”
“Before me?”
“Yeah. Before you.” He winks. “We’re fake married, and I’m real monogamous.”
We’re fake married now?
My heart. I grin so hard it hurts.
“I considered bringing oil to give my muscles a little extra sheen, but I have a sparkles complex at this point,” he says.
I snort. “I’m pretty good with filters. I can make you sparkle without sparkling in real life.”
His eyes heat. “The way you make me sparkle is my favorite.”
A rip of excitement tears through me at high velocity.
“You look a little nervous and inexperienced at this,” he says. “So I’m just going to move around in the way I know the ladies love, and you just snap all the pictures.”
“Okay,” I say, laughing.
“Get my good side. And if you find an angle you really like, just tell me to work it.”
“Got it.”
He puts the flower between his teeth and widens his stance. He looks to the side, giving me a great view of his hard jawline. His chin lifts, drops, moves in a slow, dramatic circle while I click away.
“Oh, right there,” I say, egging him on. “Work it. Make love to the camera.”
He rips the flower out of his mouth and sends it sailing across the room. I can barely hold the phone still from laughing so hard.
“I should really charge them for these shots,” he says. “This is like premium material.”
“I should charge you for the photography. You’re getting my best work.”
He stops. “I got your best work last night.”
A blush creeps up my cheeks. “That’s what you think.”
“Keep it up and the old women will get more than they requested.” He grabs his cock through his jeans. “You make me so hard, Sara.”
“I won’t tell you what you do to me because we need to get this over with.” And I don’t want to get wet while taking photos of this man.
He poses with a wrench. Then he lies on a creeper and has me stand over him from a different angle. He squats in front of a car and puts his shirt back on, leaving the chest hanging open and the top button of his jeans undone.
We laugh as he slides down a pole like a fireman. I swoon as he gets serious and stares into the camera. My knees go weak as he licks his lips and looks just above the lens—right into my eyes.
“I think we got enough,” I say, my body humming. “How many do you need to send them?”
“I don’t know. Ten?”
“Well, I hate to tell you, but I’m keeping the rest as payment.”
I turn to pick up the flower he chucked earlier when his hands grip my waist. My core tightens at the contact, craving him yet again.
“If you’re going to touch me like that, you better be ready to follow through,” I say, staring at the wall ahead of me.
He brushes my hair off one shoulder and then presses a kiss just behind my ear. “Do you object to getting fucked right here?”
My pussy clenches. “I do not.”
He spins me around with urgency, and as soon as we’re facing each other, it’s on.
Hands rush over each other, lips touch, and tongues lick. It’s carnal. It’s hot as hell.
I shove his shirt over his shoulders. He makes quick work of ridding me of mine. Our breaths are quick, our kisses heady. He shoves my shorts down my legs and sucks in a hasty breath when he realizes I’m panty-less. I barely have time to step out of my flip-flops and my bottoms before he’s lifting me.
My legs lock around his middle, my wetness slick against his stomach. His tongue slides across my lips before plunging into my mouth.
I gasp for air as he carries me across the shop. My fingers tug against his soft hair, pulling his head back to give me better access to him.
My back settles against something cold and hard. I look over my shoulder to see the yellow paint of a Volkswagen.
He pins me to the metal with one hand and undoes his zipper with the other. I’m panting so hard, needing to be filled so desperately, that I can’t concern myself with what this might do to the machine.
Banks reaches into his pocket and brings a condom to his teeth. Tearing it open, his eyes are glued to mine.
I laugh. “Looks like you were a little confident.”
“Optimistic.” He rolls the rubber over his shaft. “You seemed to enjoy it last night.”
“Just a little—ah!”
He plunges into me with no warning. The thickness of his cock stretching me is deliriously good. I rest my head against the car and tilt my hips toward him.
Something bites against my back, something hard and sharp. But there’s little time to focus on that when my body already threatens to explode around Banks.