Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 91862 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 459(@200wpm)___ 367(@250wpm)___ 306(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91862 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 459(@200wpm)___ 367(@250wpm)___ 306(@300wpm)
“As beautiful as you are, though”—his eyes smolder—“you’re going to have to take your clothes off.”
I look around. We’re standing in the middle of the foyer, and with Braden’s open floorplan, pretty much anyone in the living room, kitchen, or dining room can see us.
“No one will see you but me,” he says. “Now, do as I tell you.”
I nod, trembling, and slip out of my sandals. I slide the straps of the green dress over my shoulders and shimmy out of the sundress. I stand now only in a strapless bra and thong.
Braden’s jaw tightens, and a low growl emerges from his throat. “All of it.”
I inhale. Tomatoes. Basil. Garlic. Italian. We’re having Italian. “Do you want me to eat naked?”
“Absolutely,” he says.
I part my lips.
He sucks in a breath. “That mouth.”
I tingle all over, my nipples pushing against the satin of my bra. I reach around, unhook it, and let it drop to the floor.
He sucks in another breath. “Fuck. Those tits, Skye.”
I slide my finger under the tiny waistband of my thong and push it over my hips and ass, letting it fall next to my bra.
No one’s here. No one except Braden and me.
But anyone could walk in.
The thought excites me. Frightens me. Bedazzles me.
“I suppose you’ll remain dressed?” I say.
His lips quiver, as if he wants to smile, but he’s holding back. “We’ll see. Follow me.”
I hastily grab my clothes, assuming we’re going to the bedroom, but instead he leads me to the kitchen.
I inhale again. Definitely Italian.
“Lean on the island,” he says. “Put your hands flat on the counter.”
I obey, sucking in a breath at the cold marble on my belly. I lay my hands flat as he instructed.
Braden trails his warm fingers over the cheeks of my ass. “I’ve waited a long time for this, Skye.”
Oh. My. God. Is it going to happen now? In the kitchen? Against this cold marble countertop?
My legs quiver, nearly giving out, but I hold still, keeping my hands flat.
He moves his hands between the crease of my ass, their warmth welcome as I’m suddenly freezing.
“Are you as hungry as I am?” His breath is hot against my neck.
“Yes,” I say softly.
“For food? Or for something else?”
“Both?” Damn that inflection. “Both,” I say again, firmly this time.
“Then I’ll feed you,” he says, his voice low and hypnotic.
I nod, my body finally acclimating to the cold countertop.
“But first…”
“Oh!” I jerk as he slides his tongue between my ass cheeks.
“Easy.” He grips my hips. “I need to prepare you for what’s coming.”
He continues to lick me, his tongue warm and soft against my most intimate flesh. The feeling is sublime, and I close my eyes, leaning forward. I gasp as my breasts hit the chill of the marble.
“Easy,” he says again against my ass. “Such a gorgeous ass, Skye. I can’t wait to fuck you here.”
“Wh-What’s stopping you?”
I wince. Did I really just say those words?
If he dropped his pants right now and jammed into me, I’d have it coming.
“You are,” he says. “You’re not ready. But you will be. Hold still now.”
A few seconds pass, and—
“Oh!”
He probes me with slick fingers. Lube. Like he used the last time with the butt plug. It feels nice and silky.
“I’m going to put the plug in you,” he says. “You’ll wear it during dinner. It will help for later.”
I nod.
The stainless steel is warm this time. He must have warmed it in his hands. That was sweet of him. It probes my tight rim.
“Relax,” Braden says. “Breathe in, and then out.”
I comply, and as my breath flows out of my nose and mouth, he inserts the plug.
Nicely done. I hardly even felt it this time. Clearly, I’m ready for tonight.
He pulls me up and away from the counter and toward him. “Do you know what it’s going to do to me, knowing you’re wearing that plug while we eat dinner?”
“The same thing it did to you during your meeting while I was with Eugenie in New York?”
“Oh, you have no idea.” His voice has a rasp to it. It’s fucking hot. “That day, all I could think of was you sitting at Susanne Corporate with your sweet little ass filled. Filled with the plug I put there. You didn’t know yet, but I did, where we were going that evening. I was hard all day. All fucking day, Skye.”
“So was I.” I let out an embarrassed giggle. “I mean, I was turned on all day, during my meeting and all.”
“I know. That was my plan. I want you turned on while we eat our dinner.” He takes my hand and leads it to his erection, huge and magnificent beneath his jeans. “I’m hard as a rock already. So ready to stuff my cock inside that tight little asshole of yours.”
A soft moan echoes from my throat.