Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 82474 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 412(@200wpm)___ 330(@250wpm)___ 275(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82474 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 412(@200wpm)___ 330(@250wpm)___ 275(@300wpm)
She inhales sharply. Twists against her perch on the sink, while I slide another finger inside her.
Then I curl them, gently dragging my fingertips down her walls.
A low moan catches in the back of her throat, and I grin. “There we go.”
She meets my gaze, stubborn. “I’m… fine.”
“Really?” I lift one eyebrow. Then I add a third finger. She gasps, and I start to stroke in and out of her, gently, my fingers moving with slick ease. On my next thrust in, I graze the edge of her clit with my thumb, and she cries out faintly.
Not quite loud enough to get us caught. Yet. But I’m getting there.
She must read my self-satisfaction on my face, because she twists against me, her pussy pressing up closer into my palm as her hips rise off the sink a little. “Is that all you’ve got?” She arches an eyebrow, and I laugh again, enjoying the sight of her like this. Enthralled, and yet still stubbornly trying to resist me.
“No, it certainly isn’t,” I murmur. I slide my fingers out of her with a slick sound. Then I raise them to my lips, and suck them clean, one finger at a time, my gaze on hers the whole time. The taste of her nearly sends me wild. As heady and almost as sweet as I remember.
I position myself between her thighs again, and grip the base of my cock. “Let’s see how you deal with my cock instead,” I tell her, and her eyes flash with desire.
She spreads her legs, the pink folds of her pussy so damn inviting. “Fuck me, Lark,” she breathes.
I don’t need any more invitation than that. I press the tip of my cock against her entrance, and slowly, slow enough to drive us both wild, I push myself inside her. One inch at a time, maddeningly slow.
Another moan escapes her throat, longer and lower this time.
Finally, I push fully inside her. I wrap my hands around her hipbones for purchase, and she keeps those soft, lush thighs of hers wrapped around my waist, her ankles hooked behind me.
I pull out and thrust into her again, as her head falls back, her hair cascading over her bare shoulder. “Fuck,” she whispers.
“God, you have the most perfect fucking pussy,” I murmur, thrusting into her again. Again. Her muscles tighten around my shaft, the hot, wet heat enveloping me, going straight to my head.
“It’s yours,” Cassidy whispers, which sends a pulse of white hot heat straight to my cock. “I’m yours.”
I slide my arms up to cradle her waist, slowing to a gentle thrust now. Drawing out and pushing back inside her over and over. “And I’m yours, Cassidy Marks. For good.”
I can feel her body relax in my arms, even as she angles her hips up toward me. Surrendering. Letting me take her the way I want to.
I keep the motion slow for as long as I can stand. But there’s only so long I can resist this woman. In the end, I tighten my grip on her and fuck her faster, harder, savoring every breathy gasp until the pressure builds up in her, too much for her to contain.
She lets out a sharp cry as she comes, and I keep my gaze focused on her, drinking in her wild abandon.
I finish moments later, crushing her body tight against mine as I do. We’re both breathing hard, slicked with sweat by the time we part, and when our lips collide, I want to keep her right here forever. With me, in our little bubble away from the world.
By the time we slip back out onto the pool deck, there’s a line for the bathroom. A middle-aged woman glares at us, and a younger guy whoops when we exit. Cassidy’s face heats up bright red. I ignore them all, though. Because I have eyes only for her.
We cross back over the pool deck to our chairs. But the moment we sit down, Cassidy checks her phone, and her face pales.
“What’s wrong?” I ask.
She hesitates, worrying her lower lip in a way I’m coming to be familiar with. Her nervous expression.
“You can tell me,” I reassure her.
She lets out a soft sigh, and slumps back against her chair. “I… It’s kind of awkward. It’s about business.”
“All the more reason to talk to me,” I say, imitating her to lounge on my own seat. “We’re business partners, after all. You’re one of our biggest investments. Your problems are mine, too.”
She glances at her phone again for a long, quiet moment. Then she squares her shoulders, as if deciding. “Speaking of investments. I need another one.”
I blink at her for a long moment, not following. “But, I’ve been watching the budgets. You haven’t spent nearly what we gave you yet.”
“I know, it’s… It’s some old stuff. Debts that I didn’t realize I’d need to pay off already. I’m sorry, I know it’s last minute and weird of me to ask right now—”