Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 92848 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 464(@200wpm)___ 371(@250wpm)___ 309(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92848 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 464(@200wpm)___ 371(@250wpm)___ 309(@300wpm)
“See something you like, pretty girl?”
I don’t have to look at the expression on his face to know there’s a smile curving his lips. It all but simmers in his deep voice. I open my mouth to snap out a pithy retort, but absolutely nothing comes out. I’m drawing blanks.
How embarrassing.
I’m usually quick on my feet and can give just as good as I get. My brain is screaming for me to look away but that’s not going to happen anytime soon. It’s like I’ve discovered a new species.
On Mars.
Before there’s any real possibility of jumpstarting my brain, he wraps his hand around the thick length and slowly strokes himself.
My eyes widen.
My mouth turns bone dry.
And my knees grow weak.
Any moment, I’m going to sink to the tile floor.
A gasp may or may not have just escaped from me.
I’ve never seen anything so hot as Ford touching himself. I can’t help but wonder what it would feel like to wrap my lips around the girthy head, drawing him into my mouth before taking him deep. The idea is more tempting than expected.
What would he do if I dropped to my knees and opened my mouth wide?
The way his tightly clenched fist moves upward before stroking down the hard length is nothing short of mesmerizing.
How often does he get himself off?
Does he think of me?
The ache building deep in my core turns almost painful.
When was the last time I was this aroused?
I don’t remember, but it probably had to do with Ford.
Just when I can’t take another moment of this sweet torment, his fist loosens, and he releases the stiff member. He looks excruciatingly hard.
Swollen.
The tip is a mottled purple hue.
As if he’ll explode any second.
I can’t believe how much I want to see him come undone by his own hand.
What could be sexier than that?
My gaze flickers to his in question as a whimper of need works its way up my throat. It’s tempting to beg him to continue.
He jerks his head toward the metal door that leads to the hallway. “You should go.”
What?
No way.
How can I leave now?
Better question—how can he just stop?
“Ford,” I rasp, unable to help myself.
“Go.” His voice turns gruff. “We wouldn’t want anyone to see you coming out of the locker room, right?”
Some of my arousal recedes at the sharp edge that bleeds into his words.
He sounds angry.
What I don’t understand is the reason for it.
Confusion churns inside me. I’d assumed he’d be happy about my decision. Hell, I’d thought maybe we’d get it on in the locker room. It’s always been a fantasy. Hot, quick, and dirty against the lockers with the thrill of getting caught to heighten the experience.
My brows jerk together as I attempt to play mental catchup. At every turn, he’s throwing me off my game. I don’t like it.
“You want me to leave?” I wince at the disappointment that floods my tone.
“Yup. I need to get dressed.”
Oh.
Um, okay…
My gaze reluctantly drops to his cock. It’s still ridiculously hard. In fact, it’s pointing right at me.
I gulp down my disappointment and force my feet into movement. It’s tempting to close the distance between us and wrap my fingers around him, but there’s no way in hell I’m going to do that.
I refuse to beg.
Especially Ford.
As I reach the metal door, his deep voice stops me in my tracks.
“Just remember, pretty girl—you belong to me now. That pussy is mine.”
Another wave of arousal crashes over me.
I glance over my shoulder to meet his eyes. He has yet to move. He’s still naked, every muscle coiled tight as if he’ll spring into motion any moment. Is it pathetic that I’m standing here with bated breath, waiting for him to lay hands on me?
I smirk, wanting to provoke him into action. “You’ll have to prove it. Many have tried but none have succeeded.”
His eyes narrow.
Instead of waiting around for him to make a move, I slip from the locker room, abruptly ending the conversation. The cool breeze of the hallway slaps at my overheated cheeks. Only now do I realize how humid the air had grown inside the enclosed space. Although it has nothing to do with how inflamed I’m feeling.
That can be squarely laid at Ford’s feet.
Who knew he had such a mouth on him?
Can’t say I don’t love a dirty talking hero.
I have to remind myself that Ford isn’t the hero of my story. He’s just a guy who I’m going to fuck.
Since my legs are still shaky, I lean against the cement wall beside the door and squeeze my eyes tightly closed, attempting to clear my head so I can once again think straight.
Except when I do, an image of Ford dances behind my eyelids.
A very naked Ford.
Thick and hard.
A groan works its way up my throat.
“Carina? Are you all right?”
Jolted from that disturbing image, my eyelids spring open and I find Juliette watching me with a concerned frown. Since my brain isn’t exactly firing on all six cylinders, it takes a second or two to realize that she’s patiently waiting for an answer.