Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 93583 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 468(@200wpm)___ 374(@250wpm)___ 312(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 93583 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 468(@200wpm)___ 374(@250wpm)___ 312(@300wpm)
“Do you want me to make you come?” I ask her, going to the other nipple, and she throws her head back. “Tell me.” She puts her hands on my shoulders, and with me going from nipple to nipple, she comes over my covered cock.
“That’s never happened,” she says. “Like that fast,” she whispers, trying to look down, no doubt in shyness.
“Eyes on me,” I tell her, and she looks up and tries to cover herself. “It’s me and you always. You never have to be shy about taking what you want or asking for it,” I tell her, and she smiles shyly. “I mean, if I’m doing anything right, you won’t have to ask for anything because I’ll know all the things to do to make you come.”
“I’m not a virgin,” she says, “but I’ve never been that into it that I’ve dry humped someone.”
“Well, score one for me,” I say. Her stomach lets out a huge growl, and she collapses on my chest laughing. “I swear if you give me a cigarette, this will just complete the picture.”
I kiss her shoulder as she laughs in my arms, and I’ve never been this content with not getting my happy ending. I kiss her neck, and again, her stomach rumbles. “How about you get dressed, and we can go eat something and then go make out near the fire?”
“That sounds like a really good plan,” she tells me and slowly gets off me. She grabs her shirt, pulls it over her head, and then turns and I finally see what a keyhole is.
“Why don’t you go, and I’ll catch up with you,” I tell her, and she looks at me worried. And I look down at my cock. “Don’t touch me, or I swear it’s going to go off.”
She puts her hand to her mouth and comes to kiss me, and I just shake my head. I wait for her to leave the room before getting up and taking care of my cock, again.
Chapter Eighteen
Erin
“We have to get up,” I say between kisses I don’t want to stop giving or receiving. “We are only going to have twenty minutes to get ready,” I say, tilting my head the other way to deepen the kiss.
We just spent the night together. Not naked together. Well, not all the way naked together. We still have our bottoms on. After making out hot and heavy on the outside couch, we came in and watched a movie in my bed. Well, the movie watched us in the end. My shirt came off, his shirt came off, and I can say that he is that hard everywhere. “I need to shower,” he says, and I laugh, kissing his neck.
“I can help take care of that,” I tell him, and he slides away from me, getting out of my bed wearing nothing but his white Calvin boxers. His cock is perfectly placed, showing that he really does pack below the belt.
“You keep those pretty little hands away from this”—he points at his cock—“until it’s time,” he says, walking out and not closing the door.
“We could shower together and save water,” I say loudly and hear him groan and slam the door. Getting up, I jump into my own shower. I grab my black lace thong with matching bra and walk into my closet. I hear him knock on the door, and I laugh. “You’ve already seen me pretty much naked. No need to knock.”
He comes in, and I hear him moaning from the back. “What are you wearing?” he asks me, and I turn around.
“Um, this is a bra.” I point up. “And we call these panties,” I joke with him, and he just stares at me. I grab my black skirt off the hanger and slide into it, then grab the black long-sleeved silk shirt with white polka dots. I slide it over my head and tie the sash at my neck into a bow and tuck in the shirt, zipping my skirt up.
“Your jeans are arriving today,” he says to me, and I look over at him, sliding my foot into my black shoes I wore yesterday. “You literally look like one of those porn stars whose only role in the movie is to bend over their boss’s desk,” he says, coming to me and grabbing my hips in his hands. I look back up at him, and he kisses me softly, but it only takes two seconds to turn hungry.
“How long are we on set today?” I ask between kisses.
“It’s a long one. I think until nine,” he says, and I grab another pair of shoes to toss into my bag and then walk out with him. We walk side by side, but his hand slowly grabs mine, and we link our fingers together.
“Are you driving us there?” I ask him. and he just nods his head. “Obviously, this thing is between us . . .” I am not sure what I’m asking, but I don’t want to be known as the intern to fall for his charm.