Total pages in book: 138
Estimated words: 129460 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 647(@200wpm)___ 518(@250wpm)___ 432(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 129460 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 647(@200wpm)___ 518(@250wpm)___ 432(@300wpm)
His reply makes my lips quirk. I’m not appreciating his reminder he wants nothing more from me than raunchy, sweaty sex.
I fucking love it.
Warren’s visit tonight fortifies my wish to never be in a relationship again.
I don’t need nor want a man to complete me.
I’m perfectly happy as I am.
I just badly want to get off—even more so now since the drive home left me with a ton of adrenaline to disperse.
A niggle hits my stomach when Caleb reads me like no man before him. “Tivy took the equivalent of two sleeping tablets. She’ll be out for hours.” He steps around the table positioned between us, licks his lips again, then murmurs, “I lodged an official application so now the ball is in your court, Jessie.”
After a beat, I ask, “Just sex?” I don’t know why I’m negotiating. I am on the verge of ripping off my panties and handing them to him. I just don’t want to be seen as easy.
That wouldn’t be an issue if Warren didn’t make me feel terrible anytime we gave into our desires when I was in college. He made me hate my body and the desires he could never fully satisfy, but I don’t see that being the case with Caleb.
I went from missionary with tears of shame—Warren’s, not mine—to raunchy sex in public locations.
I need to repent—badly.
My desire to cleanse my soul is left for dust when Caleb harmonizes my suggestion. “Just sex.”
When he steps even closer, I fan my hand across his chest before reiterating, “On special occasions?”
His smile—kill. Me. Now. “On special occasions.”
“And you’ll supply me with enough burgers for a week?”
He bands his arm around my back and draws me in close to his fit body. “And I’ll supply you with more food than your stomach can handle.”
His warm breath on my lips has me forgetting the rest of my terms.
Regretfully for him, nothing can slacken my sass, not even men who swear I will go to hell for my sins.
After shoving my hand in front of Caleb’s face, stopping his lips a mere second before they devour mine, I murmur, “It’s August. I don’t know of any special occasions that occur in August.”
Caleb’s prickles tickle my neck when he breaks past my hand barrier to murmur in my ear, “Oh, I don’t know about that. I heard today was beat-your-ex day. It’s a national holiday.”
“It is, hey?”
I feel his smile more than I see it when his lips lift against my neck. “If it isn’t, it should be.”
“Will this be an annual event?” I’m practically purring. You would be too if his lips were doing the same wicked things to your neck as Caleb is mine.
“Uh…” The vibration of his voice almost sets me off. “With how many dicks there are in the world, maybe it should be a monthly event.”
I can’t hold back my smile, so I set it free. “Sounds like a good idea to me.”
“Not as good as this sounds to me.”
“Oh, Sweet Clementine,” I mutter on a moan when he sends the food my father purchased onto the floor with a healthy swipe of his hand before my backside takes up their place.
“Can’t wait. Too impatient,” Caleb murmurs a second before he tugs my booty shorts to the side and burrows his head between my legs.
He smiles when my legs sweep open instead of clamping shut like a good Christian girl should before he drags his tongue up my glistening slit then hones in on my clit. It is like the map was drawn solely for him when he slithers his tongue around the achy bud, peaking it more before he sucks it into his mouth.
“Don’t come, Jessie. Not yet. I don’t want you screaming my name until I’m in a position where I can muffle your screams with my cock.”
What? I’m not allowed to come.
That can’t be what he said. His wicked words alone have me on the verge of climax and don’t get me started on the naughty things his mouth is doing to my pussy.
A muffled whimper escapes my lips when he adds one of his thick fingers into the mix. He coats it with the wetness only a handful of rotations on my clit caused before stuffing it inside me.
“So fucking wet.” Caleb swivels his finger. “And so fucking tight.”
My clit throbs in rhythm to my heart, a desperate, needy thump when he curls his finger to milk the sweet spot inside me.
“Ohhh…”
“Shut it down, Jessie. Keep those moans in your throat.”
He growls against my clit when my hands rake through his hair before I pull him closer to me, deepening the rumble of his voice on the achy bud. “How about you shut up and eat me like you mean it?”
My thighs shake when his laugh vibrates through me, then they fight not to clamp around his head when he does as asked. He eats me like a man starved of taste and he’ll never get enough. His velvety tongue flicks over my clit on repeat as his fat finger pumps in and out of me in long, determined strokes.