Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 98652 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 493(@200wpm)___ 395(@250wpm)___ 329(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 98652 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 493(@200wpm)___ 395(@250wpm)___ 329(@300wpm)
I have to close my eyes.
I work myself exactly how I need. A little harder, a little faster, there.
"Open your eyes, baby," Damon purrs. "Watch."
My eyes go to him first. The need spreading over his expression. The bulge in his jeans. The tension in his wrists.
He wants to touch me.
And I want him to touch me.
But not yet. Not until he's shaking with anticipation.
I let my gaze shift to the mirror. Even after all this practice, the sight of my reflection sends a shock through my core. I'm buck naked, on the bed, in an obscenely expensive suite, touching myself.
There is something absurd about it. But I'm too turned on to feel embarrassed.
I watch my chest rise. I watch my lips part. I watch my hand move.
Another brush.
Another.
So, so, close.
There.
The tension in my sex winds to a fever pitch, then it unravels. Pleasure spills through my body as I come. I have to close my eyes to contain it.
The bliss fades into the music. Another sultry bad girl with a jazzy pop sound. The perfect mix of surprise and familiarity.
When I blink my eyes open, Damon is pulling his shirt over his head.
He kicks off his shoes. Undoes the button of his jeans.
He meets me on the bed; he pushes me onto my back; he pulls something from his jeans.
Not the condoms we used to use. My IUD is enough protection for now. A small packet of lube. Because my current prescription leaves way too many parts dry.
Without a word, he does away with his pants and boxers, tears the package, and spreads the lube over his cock.
There's something so fucking sexy about watching his hand move over his body. There's something primal about it.
The voyeurism.
The sense he's taking care of me. Slow for me. Or fast for me.
But always tuned to me.
Sex and love are always tangled, but that can be a beautiful thing too.
He brings our bodies together, and he teases me with his tip.
Again.
Again.
Again.
Until I'm dizzy with lust.
Then, finally, in one quick, perfect motion, he drives into me.
There. I'm exactly where I need to be. I'm in paradise.
I soak in the sweet sense of fulfillment for a moment, then I raise my legs, and I turn to the mirror.
He holds my calves to his chest as he drives into me again and again.
We both watch the action.
My body stretched over the bed. My legs against his hard torso. The perfect sight of his cock disappearing inside me again and again.
Each thrust pushes me closer to the edge.
But I need a little more.
So I bring one hand to my chest. And I toy with my nipple as I work my clit.
I watch my hands move again, but this time, I'm moving with him, and that makes it all the hotter.
The pressure winds fast. With his next thrust, I come, pulsing around him, pulling him deeper.
My head falls back. My lips part with a moan. I lose myself in the bliss.
Then I find him. I lock eyes through the mirror, and I purr, "Come inside me, baby."
And that's enough to undo him. With his next thrust, he spills inside me, his cock pulsing, his groan vibrating down his throat.
And I get to watch every beautiful second from every angle.
After he's spilled every drop, he pulls back, untangles our bodies, lies next to me on the bed.
"Fuck, Cass." He turns to me and presses his lips to mine. "Where did that come from?"
"You played my music."
He smiles.
"There are four hours left on this playlist."
"You're trying to kill me?"
"Absolutely." I kiss him softly. "But I'll let you rest first. Three songs seems fair."
His smile gets wicked.
But a horrible sound interrupts. My alarm. We're supposed to leave for dinner in half an hour.
I don't usually mind time with my family. Today, I want the afternoon with my boyfriend. I want an entire day with him and without clothes.
Maybe I'll extend our stay and convince the label it was their idea.
"Duty calls." Damon helps me to my feet. "Let's shower first."
I nod and wrap my arms around him.
He sinks into me. I sink into him.
For this perfect moment, we're wrapped around each other.
And then we part, and we take separate showers, and we still come together to celebrate with our friends (even if we're too late to attend dinner), dance, fuck, sleep.
We know how to keep exactly as much space as we need.
In the morning, I wake up, ready to have my way with him again.
But a knock on the door interrupts me. Then a loud voice. Daphne's voice.
"Cass, hey. Can we talk?" she asks.
I grab one of the hotel robes and move through the main room. "Is everything okay?"
I see it the second I open the door.
There's a massive rock on her left hand.
In a quiet, worried voice, she says, "I accidentally married your brother last night."