Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 26323 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 132(@200wpm)___ 105(@250wpm)___ 88(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26323 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 132(@200wpm)___ 105(@250wpm)___ 88(@300wpm)
I rubbed my cheek against his pec. “I’m not sure, but I think the odds are just as good that you’re going to put us both into a coma instead.”
His broad chest shook with his deep chuckle. “It would be totally worth it, though.”
11
Clay
“This is cheating!” Marleigh cried as she laughed hysterically.
“Nah,” I called over my shoulder since she was hanging off it like a sack of potatoes. “This is called winning.” I smacked her sexy ass and set her on her feet in my “end zone,” out on the Great Lawn in Central Park. “Touchdown!” I cheered and did a little victory dance.
Marleigh threw the football on the ground and put her hands on her hips, glaring at me. “I think you should forfeit.”
I threw back my head and laughed until tears were coming out of my eyes. “All I had to do was score, baby. You didn’t specify that I had to take the ball from you.” She was out of her mind if she thought I wouldn’t collect on this win.
It was only Thursday, but we both had the afternoon off, so we’d come out to the park for a picnic, and Marleigh had asked me to show her some football moves. After a couple of hours, she’d declared that she was confident she could get a goal against me. Apparently, she thought that being small and “wily” meant she could slip around me without getting caught.
Since I wasn’t about to waste a golden opportunity, I hadn’t contradicted her ridiculous notion.
I’d suggested, “How about a bet?”
She’d chewed on her lip for a moment, and indecision had crossed her face. “What are the stakes?” she asked hesitantly.
“Let’s see…” I pretended to think hard, tapping my finger against my chin. “If I win, you move in with me.” I held up a hand when she opened her mouth, and she reluctantly shut it. “Sleeping with me every night doesn’t count. I want your shit next to mine and your sexy ass in my bed. Oh, and I should reiterate, in my room, there’s a no clothes in bed rule.”
“Is that it?” she asked dryly when I paused.
I grinned wickedly. “Hell no. I also want one night when I have full control. You just do what you're told—no arguing.”
Marleigh’s eyes dropped to the ball I was tossing in my hands, then back up to my face. “And if I win?”
“We binge-watch your fashion shows for a whole weekend, and you get to call all the shots in the bedroom. For the whole weekend,” I emphasized.
Her eyes lit up, and I knew I had her. Still, she waited a minute, then she stuck her hand out and bobbed her head. “Deal.”
I laughed and pulled her onto my lap. “Baby, that’s not how we seal a deal.” Then I captured her mouth and kissed her until she was quivering with need. When I released her lips, her ice-blue orbs were dazed, and I couldn’t help grinning. Even though I knew there was no way she could win, I was going to take any advantage I could get.
“You can’t win on semantics,” Marleigh huffed, bringing me back to the present.
“Says who?” I queried with a grin as I walked toward her.
“Well…well, um,” she sputtered, but I didn’t give her the chance to form the rest of her thought. I wrapped her in my arms and planted a kiss on her lips that addled both of our brains.
“Time to leave,” I rasped. If we didn’t get back to the apartment fast, I couldn’t guarantee that I wouldn’t take her to one of the secret places around the park and fuck her. Although…the idea wasn’t totally unappealing. Assuming she could keep quiet because no one was allowed to hear her cries of passion except me.
“Okay,” Marleigh replied breathlessly. After cleaning up our spot, I took her hand and quickly stalked down the path that led to the 79th Street exit.
We barely made it home with our clothes intact, and they were strewn along the path to the bedroom as we kissed and stumbled our way there.
“Are you starting tonight?” Marleigh moaned while I was sucking on her nipple. I let it go with a pop and raised my head so she could see I was dead serious when I answered.
“I said one day, baby. Twenty-four hours and not a minute less.”
She gasped in shock. To be fair, she might also have been reacting to the finger I’d just slid inside her pussy.
“I’ll be collecting this weekend. Who knows,” I added with a devilish grin, “you might beg me to keep going when my time is up.”
“I’m not going to beg for anything,” she snapped as she bucked her hips up and clenched her inner muscles.
“I’ll take that challenge,” I murmured.
Before I let her out of bed several hours later, I’d lost count of how many times she’d pleaded with me to move faster, or harder, and to let her come.