Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 86367 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 432(@200wpm)___ 345(@250wpm)___ 288(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86367 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 432(@200wpm)___ 345(@250wpm)___ 288(@300wpm)
“Trust me,” I assure him, “I’ll have no regrets in the morning about fucking you tonight.” I move my hips, feeling his ridge down my core. “And when you’re balls deep inside me, I’ll be calling your name.”
“Gorgeous.” He puts me down. “When I’m balls deep inside you, it’ll be after I make you come with my fingers and then my mouth. Just thinking about it makes my mouth water.”
“Stone.” I put my head back and literally have to cross my legs. “I’m begging you now to take me inside and fuck me.”
“Lock up,” he urges me, kissing me once more on the lips. He turns and walks away from me. “Thank you for the best date ever.” He doesn’t wait for the elevator. Instead, he walks over to the stairs and disappears.
I just stare at the door, wondering if this is him playing a trick on me. I pull out my phone, stumbling to get the Instagram thread when I call his actual phone number. He picks up after one ring. “Hello.”
“You just fucking left me here,” I blurt into the phone.
“Gorgeous,” he says softly, “are you inside?”
“No.” I shake my head before I turn and unlock the door, finally stepping inside. “I can’t believe you just left me.” I leave out he left me here panting and needing an orgasm. Leaving out I’m so horny and hot for him I want him to do all the things to me. I want to sit on his face. I want to suck his cock. I want him to be over me, thrusting into me.
“Do you want me to come back?” he asks.
“Yes,” I snap, and he laughs.
“Ryleigh,” he says, “walking away from you killed me.”
“Good,” I finally say. “I hope you get blue balls.”
“Trust me, I have them. I’ve never been in so much pain before in my life.”
“I find that very hard to believe. Anyway, I have to let you go. I have another date with a very special friend.” I don’t even wait for him to answer me before I put the phone on the bed and open my side table. “Hello, my old friend.”
CHAPTER NINE
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I place my head against the steel door, close my eyes, and listen to her on the other side of the phone. She threw her phone to the side but didn’t hang up. “Hello, my old friend,” she says right before I hear the buzzing sound, and I look at the phone. The need to listen to her is stronger than I am. She moans a little, and then I open my eyes and press the red button, hanging my head. I tuck the phone in my back pocket before I jog down the stairs to the lobby.
Pushing the door open, I enter the bright lobby with my hands fisting by my sides. Walking away from her was probably the stupidest thing I’ve ever done, but I wasn’t going to go there with her the first time when she’s been drinking. No, when I get there with her, and I’m going to get there with her, she’ll be sober and not freak out the next day. Fingers crossed at least.
The ride back to my hotel is brutal, but not any more brutal than my hard-on that has yet to fully go down since I kissed her against her door. I have no choice but to fist my cock, though my cock wished it was her. My head has only visions of her, and my lips groan out her name when I finally come.
The alarm rings at ten the following morning, and I’m shocked I slept the whole way through. Grabbing my phone right away, I FaceTime her now that I have her number. She picks up after four rings. “How did you get my number?” Her hair is piled on her head, and I can see she’s wearing a white T-shirt, and from the background, I also see she’s at home. I can only laugh at her as I turn on my side. “You called me last night.”
She opens her mouth and then closes it. “I—” she starts to say but then quickly stops talking when I cut her off in asking her.
“How is your old friend?” I try my best not to smile or laugh but fail miserably, especially after her face gets a little bit pink.
“He’s better than ever.” She rolls her eyes. “He’s never ever let me down, that’s for sure.”
“Good to know.” My cock gets hard thinking that when I get her there, I’ll be torturing her with her old friend, and that will be one time he lets her down. “I have plans for us tonight.”
“Good,” she huffs. “Have fun with that, I’m busy.”
I shake my head. “If you have a chance, take a nap after work.”
“Oh, good God, so full of yourself and your stamina.”