Total pages in book: 133
Estimated words: 126589 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 633(@200wpm)___ 506(@250wpm)___ 422(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 126589 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 633(@200wpm)___ 506(@250wpm)___ 422(@300wpm)
Because of their height difference, he needed to lift her a little higher. He wrapped an arm around her torso and curved his chest over her back. Her feet left the floor when he started thrusting, but she was secured by the arm he had wrapped around her ribcage. His other hand snaked between her thighs and found her clit with unerring accuracy and she groaned when he started stroking her.
Beth couldn’t believe this was happening. She no longer recognized herself. Elizabeth Finch was not the kind of woman who dragged men into bathrooms for quick, rough sex. But here she was—here they were—doing it. And she was loving every second of it.
She was making embarrassing, desperate little sounds in the back of her throat; her head was thrown back and her eyes shut in ecstasy as she started to work her pussy back and forth on his deliciously stiff penis.
After only a few moments, his wickedly intuitive fingers abandoned her aching femininity and before she could mourn the loss, he crossed his arms around her torso and his hands closed over her small breasts and squeezed them through the fabric of her dress. His touch was a little wild, but she didn’t care, this was exactly what she wanted. No gentleness, just this eager, unbridled lust.
Their eyes met in the mirror and when she was absolutely certain he was watching, Beth tucked a hand beneath her skirt to pick up where he’d left off. His lips quirked in satisfaction and—unable to focus on anything but her own pleasure anymore—Beth’s weighted eyelids slid shut while she reveled in the dual sensation of his hardness grinding into her aching channel, and her fingers frantically worked on her throbbing clit.
The sex was primal, hot, hard, fast. The only sounds in the bathroom were his grunts, her soft moans, the slurping sounds of his hardness in her wetness, and the quickening pace of his thighs slapping against hers.
Lizzy clenched around Gideon, her clutching, hot chasm milking him as she gasped and cried out softly.
“I’m coming.” Her words were uttered in a quiet, helpless voice and seemed filled with both wonder and surprise. That, more than anything else, set Gideon off.
His balls tightened, a fizz of sensation streaked up his shaft, and then he was coming right along with her. Spurt after never-ending spurt. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d had an orgasm this powerful arrive so quickly.
It lasted forever and when it was over, he slumped against her, his legs almost buckling as his strength deserted him.
"Jesus. Oh, my God...” he panted. “What the fuck?”
He stumbled away from her, breaking their intimate connection, and removed the condom with badly shaking hands. A quick glance at her shattered expression in the mirror told him that she was as shell-shocked as he. She was still leaning over the vanity, with her skirt tossed up over her delicious arse. He quickly diverted his eyes from the wet, tempting nakedness nestled at the apex of her thighs, and—since she seemed incapable of doing so right now—pulled her skirt down to cover her up.
He nodded abruptly in response to her self-conscious, breathless “thank you”, and after adjusting his shorts, raked his fingers roughly through his hair.
“M-maybe you should return to the patio first,” she said in a thick and shaky voice. She was finally straightening, her movements slow and painful. She tugged up her panties, her earlier confidence glaringly absent. Then again, with the fog of shock and lust lifted from his brain, he had a little more insight than he’d had before and he now recognized that a lot of her confidence had likely been desperation.
He wasn’t so arrogant as to assume she’d been overcome with lust for him. No, he now comprehended that she’d used him. To distract her from what was truly troubling her. Much as she had done last night.
And seriously, it was starting to sting a little. He wasn’t some easy lay she could just use for kicks whenever she felt like it.
“I’m not a cheap manwhore to be used and abused at your whim, you know?” The aggrieved words were out before he could stop them and she froze and stared at him in horror.
“Oh my God. I’m sorry,” she said, holding up her hands in a placating manner. “Of course not. I mean…perhaps I could—we could—make an arrangement that would suit us both, maybe?”
What?
“I don’t usually do this type of thing, but maybe a short-term temporary agreement while I figure things out wouldn’t be amiss.”
“Like a friends-with-benefits thing you mean?” he asked, not sure what the hell she was on about.
She laughed at that, the sound forced and bordered on hysterical.
“Well, we’re hardly friends, are we?”
“Enemies-with-benefits, then? Fuck foes?”
“No, I was thinking something more formal than that, a professional contract—if you do that sort of thing, that is. I’m not sure how you run your business.”