Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 71911 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 360(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71911 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 360(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
I held on to him and tilted my head back to look up at him in the darkness. He pulled my dress up more until my stomach was bare, and he ran his hand over me.
“I was gonna fuck you naked. In my bed. So I could see you,” he said with a growl at the end. “But I can’t even get there without needing you again.”
I lifted my knees slightly, trying to get him even closer, and it made him shout a curse. It had caused him to sink deeper. My head fell back, and I heard myself plead with him. I was begging him to fuck me harder. I was saying things that didn’t sound like me at all. Every time I said something, it made him handle me rougher and more out of control.
“Come for me, baby.” It was a demand, and my body responded as I screamed out his name.
I began to jerk against him as each wave of pleasure rushed through me.
“FUCK! ARRRRRR!” he roared, and he jerked back from me. Holding my arm to keep me from falling as his other hand grabbed his cock, he shot out his release down my thigh and onto the ground below.
All that could be heard was our gasping for breath. I was thankful for the darkness. It gave me a moment to collect myself. To process what we’d just done. Again.
Several moments went by before Dean moved. He wiped his hand on his jeans, then tugged them up with one hand while still holding me with his other. He didn’t bother with buttoning them. Instead, he reached for me and picked me up from the bike, then stood me in front of him while he pulled my dress back down.
“Thank you,” he said, surprising me.
I looked up at him, confused.
“That was a fantasy I hadn’t known I had,” he replied.
A small laugh bubbled out of me then, and even in the darkness, I could see him smirk.
“Let’s see if I can get you to my apartment without fucking you in the elevator,” he replied with an amused tone.
I wasn’t sure I’d mind. I’d never had sex in an elevator, but then again, I’d never had it in a club or on a motorcycle before either. Tonight was a night of many firsts. In the back of my head, I knew I might regret this all tomorrow, but tonight, I wasn’t going to let that ruin the moment. Even if this was a moment that should have never happened. Many moments that I should have stopped.
Dean’s hand slid to my lower back, and he led me toward an elevator. This wouldn’t go to the rest of the building. It was on the wrong side for starters. This was his private way to enter and leave his penthouse. No one would catch us if we did have sex in the elevator.
When the thought made me tingle between my thighs, I worried about my sudden behavior. I had just had sex with the man. My orgasm had been incredible. I should have been exhausted.
“What are you thinking?” Dean asked me as the elevator doors opened, and the light made his features clear for the first time since we had arrived.
I shook my head. “Nothing.”
“Liar,” he said, pressing his fingers into my back as we moved into the elevator.
I didn’t argue with him because he was right. I was a liar. In more ways than one. Even if it had never been intentional.
The doors closed, and Dean turned me around to face the wall. The excitement that I was about to get what I’d been hoping for caused my heart rate to speed up again. Then, the zipper on my dress slid down. Dean reached around me to tug the front down over my breasts, and then he tugged it down again until it fell to the floor, pooling at my feet.
I was completely naked. I closed my eyes, suddenly feeling vulnerable. There was nothing covering me. I was bare to him under the unattractive, bright lights of the elevator.
He ran a hand down my side slowly, just as the elevator doors opened. His right hand slid over my stomach and lay flat on it as he leaned closer to me and took a deep breath.
“I can fuck you right here, or we can go inside. To my bed.”
“Your bed,” I replied.
My elevator fantasy could wait. Being in his bed was something I wanted more.
“Fuck,” he muttered.
Then, he grabbed my hand and pulled me out of the elevator, through the door leading into his penthouse, and without stopping, he led me back down a hallway and through double doors that were painted navy blue.
I didn’t get much of a chance to take in the massive bedroom. The king-size bed that sat in the center of the room was unmade and had black satin sheets. That was the only thing I noticed before Dean turned me to face him, then grabbed a handful of my hair before covering my mouth with his. I matched the hunger I felt in his actions with the same desire pulsing through me.