Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 77683 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 388(@200wpm)___ 311(@250wpm)___ 259(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77683 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 388(@200wpm)___ 311(@250wpm)___ 259(@300wpm)
“Too busy to get laid?”
“I get laid regularly. There’s not much incentive to chase pussy when I already have it.”
“You do?” I asked, feeling the jealousy.
“I have my regulars. You know, repeat customers.”
I said nothing, refusing to unleash my jealousy. “So, that means I took one of their spots?”
He chuckled.
“What?”
“Calm down, Pretty,” he said. “You took all of their spots.”
Relief and embarrassment swept through me. “I thought you didn’t do the date thing.”
“I don’t.”
“But you do monogamy?”
“I don’t do that either.”
“Then I don’t understand.”
“Why would I sleep with other women when I can barely keep up with you?” He kissed my shoulder again. “I’m not a gentleman, but I’m not going to go bareback in someone and then stick my dick in someone else. That’s disrespectful.”
I didn’t think I’d care if he slept with someone else, but based on the way my heart raced, I guessed I did.
“And I know you aren’t sleeping with anyone.”
“How do you know?” I asked.
“Because you just said how sexy I was.” He grinned. “Many times.”
I chuckled. “Maybe I shouldn’t have said anything.”
His arms pulled me closer, and he rested his chin on my head. “Too late, Pretty.”
We sat in silence, the warm water so relaxing, his place absolutely silent. I could hear the traffic outside my thin windows, but here, there wasn’t a peep. It would be easy to fall asleep…and stay asleep.
“You said you had a rough day?”
My eyes opened, and my hands moved along his chiseled forearms as they remained locked over my stomach. “I think I messed up on my reports, and my father was a bit short with me. He’s not normally like that, so I think he has something on his mind.”
“It happens.”
“But he told me it should never happen.”
“That’s unrealistic. He can expect perfection out of his men, but he shouldn’t expect it out of you. It’s not like he’s paying you much.”
“Excuse me?”
“I just think if you’re that involved in the business, you should be compensated for it.”
“Who says I’m not?”
“Well, your apartment doesn’t reflect that.”
“Wow, that’s rude.”
“I didn’t mean it like that,” he said with a chuckle. “I just think he takes advantage of you, is all. Someone else in your position would easily be making a million a year. What’s your salary?”
I didn’t answer. “I have a billion coming my way eventually.”
“Yeah, in forty years.”
“I’d rather not talk about my father.” Whenever he came up, it always caused problems. Axel didn’t like him, my father didn’t like him either, and I was stuck in the middle.
Axel turned quiet.
All we did was fuck and fight—and I wanted to omit the fighting.
“I’m sorry you had a rough day.”
I let his sentence hang in the air. “How was yours?”
“It was fine. I was distracted the whole time.”
“By what?”
“Knowing you were going to come over tonight.” Now the smile on his lips was back.
“You know, when we first met, I imagined you would work out by lifting those big tires…from tractors and shipping trucks.” I didn’t know what possessed me to say that, but it tumbled out.
“I do that.”
“You do?” I asked, surprised my fantasy was true.
“You want to watch me?”
I was too embarrassed to admit it, to say that would be the biggest turn-on in the world.
“I’ll show you, baby. But only if you touch yourself while you watch.”
I kept my eyes on his forearms, feeling the heat flush my cheeks at the thought.
“Like this.” One of his hands moved, inching down my tummy to the apex of my thighs. His fingers moved to my sex and made contact underneath the bubbles, lightly rubbing my aching clit between my lips.
I inhaled a breath as my back arched instinctively. My pelvis tilted, grinding into his fingers just the way I did with his face.
His lips were close to my ear. “Such a soft, pretty pussy…” His big fingers easily overpowered my flesh, twice the size of my little clit.
My thighs squeezed together as my nails clawed at his forearms.
His deep voice continued to whisper in my ear, saying dirty things no one else could pull off. “I love this pussy.” His hand forced my thighs open so he could rub me harder. “So fucking perfect.”
I ground against his hand, my quiet moans echoing off the ceiling, growing louder as he rubbed me harder, as his movements turned circular just the way my own fingers did in the privacy of my bedroom.
“I can’t wait to fill it with all the come I’ve saved for you.”
One hand moved to his muscular thigh, and I clawed at it as my hips started to buck. I panted and moaned, and then I felt the fireball right in my stomach, the explosion that made everything white-hot and good. The still water formed waves as my body jerked suddenly, over and over, and I came so hard against his fingers.