Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 76065 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 380(@200wpm)___ 304(@250wpm)___ 254(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76065 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 380(@200wpm)___ 304(@250wpm)___ 254(@300wpm)
Sensing the change, Rico’s fingers started to thrust harder, faster, as his thumb continued to circle.
As my moans started to fill the room—shameless, desperate—that low rumble moved through Rico again.
“I need to taste you,” he said.
Then his thumb was off of my clit.
But before I could object, Rico was lowering himself into the desk chair and moving between my legs. His tongue replaced his thumb, the sensation making me arch off the desk as my hand slapped down on the back of his neck, holding him against me.
Rico had no intentions of moving away, though, as his tongue continued to trace delicious little circles and his fingers turned inside of me, stroking against my top wall, creating a new sensation that had my desire coiling tighter and tighter, ready to explode.
Then, with one more circle and one more stroke, I did.
The orgasm soared through me, making my back arch and my thighs clamp to the sides of Rico’s head as the pleasure rolled through me over and over and my moans filled the room.
As soon as my legs stopped crushing his skull, Rico’s head shifted upward, kissing over the triangle of my sex, down the crease of my thigh, over my inner thigh.
He was halfway to my knee when there was a loud banging on the back door.
Rico was slow to straighten.
I, however, shot up on the desk.
Whether that was because my nerves were shot and I was always expecting the worst, or that I was, you know, bare-ass naked from the waist down, was anyone’s guess.
“Ignore it,” Rico said, leaning down to press his lips into my neck, making a sweet little shiver move through me.
The knocking stopped.
But was quickly replaced by a ringing in Rico’s pocket just as his teeth nipped my earlobe, dragging a little whimper of need out of me again.
“Damnit,” he growled, reaching into his pocket. But his head was still in my neck, his warm breath on my skin, as he pulled the phone to his ear and barked an impatient, “What?”
A smile tugged at my lips at his irritation, loving the idea of him being as desperate for me as I still felt for him.
“Fuck,” he growled then as he listened to whoever was on the line. When he pulled back and looked at me with regret in those dark eyes of his, I knew we wouldn’t be going any further that night. “Fine. Yeah. Give me a few,” he said, taking a slow, deep breath as he set his phone on the counter.
“You have to go,” I said as I watched him.
“Yeah,” he said, pressing his forehead to mine as he took another breath, likely trying to reason with the desire coursing through his body. “Rather stay here,” he added.
God, I wanted that too.
For the moment I had left with him, I closed my eyes tight; I breathed him in; I enjoyed the closeness.
We seemed to sense the moment ending in unison, both of us pulling away.
Rico handed me my pants and panties, then helped me pull up my pants when I accidentally jammed my finger against my leg in the process.
“Splint,” he said, handing me the one out of the medical kit.
“Thanks,” I said. “I, ah, have to get my stuff out of the locker,” I said as I started to move away, my legs feeling wobbly.
As soon as the office door was closed behind me, I rushed to my locker, working the lock free, then shoving the stolen cash into my purse before pulling on my sweater.
“I’m gonna put you in a cab,” Rico said as he came out of the office.
“No, it’s alright. I can walk.”
“Babe, I’m putting you in a cab,” he said, going to the back door and unlocking it. “What’s the matter?” he asked when I froze halfway to the door.
“I didn’t finish cleaning. My blood might even be—“
“Don’t worry about it,” he cut me off.
“But it’s—“
“Kick,” he interjected again. “Don’t worry about it. If there’s a mess, I’ll handle it. Go home. Get some sleep.”
“Okay,” I agreed, mostly only because he wasn’t giving me much of a choice as he pressed a hand into my lower back and pushed me out of the side door.
The alley was dark, but I could make out the form of a man a few feet away, making a gasp escape me, sure it was Kyle or one of his men coming for me. Or, worse yet, Jake left for dead.
“It’s fine. That’s Coal,” he said as he kept pushing me up to the edge of the alley.
As we approached, Coal kept his head down, but I saw how busted-up his face was regardless.
That was why he had to go? His friend was hurt?
“Is he okay?” I asked as Rico moved toward the edge of the curb, throwing up an arm when he saw a taxi down the street.