Friction (Gravity #1) Read Online Kindle Alexander

Categories Genre: Erotic, M-M Romance, New Adult Tags Authors: Series: Gravity Series by Kindle Alexander
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Total pages in book: 116
Estimated words: 107673 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 538(@200wpm)___ 431(@250wpm)___ 359(@300wpm)
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The elevator doors opened. When I sprang off the wall, surprising and dislodging Beau, I was able to get us out into the hall. We had two doors to go. With my cock hard, heavy, and ready, I pulled out my wallet and started for the door. He stealthily came in behind me faster than I’d thought possible. Again, those strong arms enveloped me, drawing me backward against his chest. His deft fingers began to unbutton my dress shirt.

“How far do we have to go?” he asked huskily against my ear. The whisps of breath tickled and tingled across my heated skin.

“We’re close.” I kept going in the correct direction while Beau pulled my shirttails free of my slacks. I was certain there was a camera somewhere pointed down the hall as my shirt hung open.

I fumbled to fit the keycard in the door, barely getting it open when one of Beau’s seeking hands went north, the other south. His fingers pinched the tight bud of my nipple while the other slid underneath the waistband of my belted slacks and underwear.

The tips of his fingers played with the head of my hard cock. It felt so damned good. He also applied expert pressure to bring my body closer to the edge. I tucked my hips into the touch, a lustful moan escaping. He had me leaking.

Despite his surprising skill, I was determined not to give in until we were locked together inside the room. With my hands on the doorframe, I forcefully pulled away, catching Beau off guard again. I stumbled several steps inside the room while he was propelled the other way.

He righted himself before the door shut in his face and barreled through, the heavy door knocking solidly against the wall. I’d made it to my suitcase for the lubricant I brought.

I kicked off my shoes to the corner, tossing a hand in the air to stop Beau from coming after me. It shockingly worked. Beau came to an abrupt halt about two feet away. “Undress, I need to get the lube,” I said with more authority than I felt.

A lightbulb moment of understanding crossed Beau’s brow. He tugged the shirttails free and snapped open the pearl buttons in one sure yank. I forced my eyes away to the suitcase’s zipper compartment where I’d placed several packets of lube for the just in case.

I barely cracked the zipper open before my gaze darted back to Beau. Watching him undress was better than porn. When he hooked his thumb into the waistband and pushed the starchy jeans and underwear down, his gorgeous cock bounced free.

My mouth turned into a desert as I sized him up. Everything else faded as he stood there, resembling a Greek god, staring back at me like I was a prime piece of meat. Fuck, my nipples tightened harder. He had grown with age, meaning I’d have to adjust, but boy, I eagerly accepted the challenge.

Perhaps the highlight was the jeans casually chilling on the floor, covering his boots, keeping him rooted in place. I tossed the packets to the bed.

As if the mattress were a swimming pool, he dove for the bed, bouncing then jackknifing up to sit on the edge, and began working to pull a boot free.

He cocked a brow suggestively. “As soon as I get at least one of these free, it’s gonna be hot.”

“It is?” My guy was going to be a lot to handle in many different ways. I took the hint, undoing the buttons at my wrist before sliding my dress shirt off my shoulders. I flung the shirt over my suitcase, the belt followed, then kicked off my loafers.

I finished Beau’s start on my slacks as he paused mid tug of his boot. That sexy stare riveted to my cock.

“My eyes are up here,” I teased. Our gazes collided in an epic story of love, dedication, thrill, and everything else that mattered most in the world. It was a fiery, soul-stirring, intense branding moment that made the world take a backseat.

As I positioned myself directly in front of him, I pushed at the waistbands of my clothing, letting my slacks and underwear hit the floor. The hard-on that had plagued me since the first moment I spotted Beau at Parliament, jutted out, recognizing its target.

He slipped one boot off his foot and tossed it over his shoulder. It gave a bounce on the edge of the bed before it tumbled to the floor.

The weight of Beau’s darkening stare on my cock was both heady and exhilarating. His unsteady, calloused hand circled my length, giving a long, sure tug that made me hiss with pleasure.

He cupped my balls with his other hand, rolling them in his palm, giving the same reverent tug there as well. My hands found their way to his broad shoulders as I closed my eyes in ecstasy. “I thought we’d be ripping each other’s clothes off and fucking on the floor by now,” Beau said. “This is better.”


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