Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 89934 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 450(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89934 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 450(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
Finally, he reached the farthest room. A freshly installed plush carpet felt incredible beneath his feet, but the second he stepped into the room, he was rewarded with the sight of Brenna on her knees, ass in the air as she measured along the base of a wall, and nothing else registered.
All it took was two seconds of staring at her round ass and imagining how it’d look and feel without those sinful shorts to have his cock hard as a damn two-by-four. His brain didn’t even need to work hard to conjure the fantasy as those damn shorts were so tiny they gave him a flirty peek of her cheeks as she bent over.
He groaned and adjusted his cock.
Brenna jumped and shrieked. “Holy crap!” she shouted as she hopped to her feet and plastered herself against the blank wall. “You scared the life out of me.”
“Sorry.” He smirked. “Didn’t mean to. I was just admiring the sexy-as-fuck view.”
She flushed as she slumped against the wall. “You’re crazy. I’m a mess.”
She was, with her hair up in a sloppy ponytail, tendrils popping free. A beige tank offsetting her tanned skin had streaks of ocean blue paint. So did her upper right arm. The shorts that cupped her ass so nicely were frayed at the bottom leading him to believe she’d cut them herself from an old pair of jeans. Clearly, her outfit was designed for comfort while she worked in a building that hadn’t yet had air conditioning installed instead of fashion. Still, she looked cute as hell.
He walked into the room and sat on the carpet. It was thick and more comfortable than the beds in the clubhouse bunkroom. With a hum of approval, he laid on his back.
“What are you doing?”
“This is nice,” he said, folding his arms behind his head. “Feels expensive.”
“It is. Nothing but the best for Liv,” Brenna said with a wry smirk.
“Ahh, I shoulda known she picked it. I feel like I’m practically laying on a luxurious mattress.” He stared up at the amusement on her face. If she came a few feet closer, he might get lucky enough to catch a glimpse of her panties up her shorts.
Wow, desperate much?
“Yep. The others trust me to work with Liv on the style, and she has expensive taste. She picked out incredible materials and furniture for every room here. This is a dream project.” Brenna blew out a long breath and wiped a strand of sweaty hair from her forehead, leaving a blue streak behind. “Ugh, it’s hot in here. They need to get moving on the air conditioning.”
Lock grinned. Disheveled looked good on her.
She frowned down at him. “What are you smiling about?”
“You’re what’s making the room hot. You’re too sexy for your own good.”
Her laughter made his cock twitch. “You should go make an appointment with an optometrist,” she said, still laughing. “Pretty sure I should be hiding from other humans right now.”
“And I’m pretty sure you should come over here and sit on my face.”
Her eyes widened, and she reached for her hair again. “I… what?”
She’d heard him. Every damn word. It shocked her, maybe, but she heard him, and the way her pupils dilated told him she was on board.
“I said you should come over here and sit on my face.”
Her hand moved to her throat. “Um, as in…”
He raised an eyebrow. “As in slide those wicked shorts down your sexy legs. Then your panties. Then walk over here, spread your legs over my head so I can see that pretty pussy and… sit. On. My. Face.”
Her lips parted, and she licked the lower one at the same time she let her hand drop to her side. “That’s… I’ve never...” Her words were breathy and soft. “Someone could come by anytime. Brooke or Liv or one of the others are usually in and out of here all day. It’s risky.”
He waggled his eyebrows.
He watched Brenna swallow. She wanted this. Oh, how she wanted it. She’d told him last week how much she wanted wild passion in an intense relationship she wasn’t sure existed. He wasn’t sure either about the relationship part, but the passion? Fuck yeah. He could give her that until her toes curled and the windows fogged.
And her heated gaze told him how much she wanted it.
But would she take it?
Brenna shifted her gaze to the empty doorway. No sound other than their breathing could be heard in the building. They were utterly alone for now. She looked back at him, and her lips moved subtly. He could have sworn she whispered, “This is crazy.”
But she moved her trembling fingers to her shorts button, flicking it open with one twist of her wrist. She toed off her shoes and stepped onto the carpet, wiggling her bare toes in the softness. Lock rose to his elbows and stared as she lowered the zipper and then shimmied the shorts over her shapely hips.