Total pages in book: 192
Estimated words: 189782 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 949(@200wpm)___ 759(@250wpm)___ 633(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 189782 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 949(@200wpm)___ 759(@250wpm)___ 633(@300wpm)
His arms, so strong and vascular, hold me upright until I catch my breath.
“Can you stand?” He peppers kisses on my bruised lips.
“I might’ve blacked out there, but yeah.” I strengthen my legs and prop myself against the wall. “Carry on.”
He chuckles and makes an unhurried descent down my body, leaving a fresh trail of desire in his wake. Closing my eyes, I bask in every tantalizing nip and devoted touch.
When he’s tasted and caressed every inch, he kneels before me, positioning one of my legs in between his. He hoists my other over his shoulder, pressing my foot against the wall behind him.
The stance leaves me balancing on one leg, with the other bent at the knee and anchored against the opposite wall above his head.
Okay, I’m not as fit as I used to be. But I got this.
I flatten my hands and spine against the wall for support. The position opens me to him, exposing every wrinkle and fold of my pussy, putting it all out there, level with his face.
And what does the animal do?
He licks his lips.
A sure sign he intends to torment the hell out of me.
My head falls back at the first touch of his breath on my thigh. Then the torture begins.
He wraps himself around my leg, his hands roaming, mouth teasing, fingers swirling over throbbing flesh. The way he plays with my body spreads lava through my bloodstream.
Just when I think he’s ready to get his dick wet, his palm slams down on my cunt with a sadistic smack.
A strangled cry escapes my lips. “What was that for?”
“You fell in love with a caveman.” He slaps my pussy again. “What did you expect?”
“I expected sex.” I wing up a brow. “In this century.”
“If you want a quick fuck over a desk, you should’ve stayed with the other guy.” A trace of jealousy rumbles through his voice.
Monty was never quick with me. He saved that particular selfishness for his office manager.
I shut my eyes and bury the thought, focusing on the path of Kody’s mouth on my thigh.
Until I hear the sound of another click.
I glance down as he snaps more photos of my pussy.
“You did not just do that.” I drop my leg and dive for his phone.
“Sure did.” He flings his new toy out of the bathroom.
My gaze follows its trajectory, but it doesn’t land on the floor.
Leo catches it and stares at the screen, his eyes hooded and mouth parted. “This is the hottest thing I have ever seen.”
“Nice. Now delete it. All of them.”
“No way, love. Look at this.” He holds a second phone in his other hand and turns the screen toward us.
The photo was taken from his position outside the bathroom seconds earlier. It shows my leg raised above Kody as he kneels for me and snaps pictures of my pussy with a look of reverence on his face.
Sweet Jesus, it really is hot.
Inhaling through my nose, it pains me to say this. “You can’t keep those pictures. We don’t know who can access your devices, what apps are connected to the photo gallery, or if they’re being uploaded elsewhere.” I wince. “Monty could see them.”
“You fucking serious?” Leo taps on the screen as if it’ll disprove my claim.
“I’m sorry.” I hold out my hand, gesturing for the phones. “I’ll put some security measures on them, but I’m a stickler about this. Never store nude pictures on your phone. Someone might steal them.”
“Dammit.” With a scowl, Leo hands over the devices.
I quickly delete the photos, empty the archived trash, and set them on the counter.
“Did I kill the mood?” I recline against the wall.
“Impossible.” Kody shifts forward, caging me in. “You’re exactly how I want you—naked, dripping, and delicious.”
Leo leans a shoulder against the doorframe, shirtless like Kody, his body a map of jagged scars and veiny muscles, glistening beneath a sheen of sweat.
“It hasn’t cooled down out there?” I ask him.
Distracted, he shakes his head, his gaze slowly traveling over my nudity.
“Won’t be cooling down anytime soon.” He sheds the rest of his clothes and looks at Kody. “Shower first or sex first?”
“Sex in the shower.” Kody noses the shell of my ear. “And sex after the shower.”
“Good plan.” Leo pushes into the cramped space, sliding between me and the wall.
The addition of a third body smashes mine against Kody, our chests heaving as we squeeze together. The temperature of the room rises to nuclear, and I’m crushed between two hotblooded men, swimming in testosterone and heat. Blistering, coiling, delirious heat.
Leo reaches into the walk-in shower and starts the water while Kody strips down to nothing.
A wordless conversation passes between them. Then we’re moving into the shower stall.
I go where they direct because, damn, I love when they take control. Nothing turns me on more than when they work together, shut off all their inhibitions, and surrender to the burn between us.