Total pages in book: 114
Estimated words: 108636 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 543(@200wpm)___ 435(@250wpm)___ 362(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 108636 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 543(@200wpm)___ 435(@250wpm)___ 362(@300wpm)
“Oh my God,” she says softly, her voice way more ragged than smooth.
I lick around her clit just once before sealing my mouth over her pussy and drinking in the smell and taste of her with greed.
She arches again, putting her heels on my shoulders to find purchase and rocking her hips into my mouth. It’s anything but shy and the complete opposite of what I expected.
I fucking love it.
I lick and taste and tease until she’s wet in my mouth, and then I climb up her body and fall between her hips. Her eyes are shuttered and hazy, and I swear if I didn’t need to be inside her so fucking badly, I’d eat her for the rest of the night.
“I need my cock inside you,” I tell her, kissing her chest and pulling her top down to take a pert nipple in my mouth. She gasps as I suck hard, and she grabs my head to pull me up and press her lips to mine.
I kiss her hard and deep, but she’s quick to steal control, sinking her hands into my hair and skirting my tongue with her own. When she pulls away, she’s nearly breathless. “Beau, I want you. I need to have you.”
I nod feverishly, reaching with one hand to shove my shorts and boxer briefs down and free myself. I stand up in front of her and stroke myself for a long moment, my hand firm and slow, my eyes completely fixated on how fucking incredible she looks sprawled out on my bed.
A goddess, that’s what she is. A fucking goddess.
She watches avidly, pushing up on her hand in the bed, the skin of her chest, thighs, and face all mottled in glorious shades of pinks and reds.
“I just have to grab a condom,” I say, rounding the bed to my nightstand, my hand still on my cock while she watches. I swear, I’ve never had a woman watch me the way June is—looking at me like I’m the best thing she’s ever fucking seen, tasted, touched.
It’s powerful and addictive, and even in the throes of exploring each other, I’m desperate for more of it.
Snagging the condom from my nightstand drawer, I rip it open with my teeth and roll it on before joining June again, my hips between hers and our chests fused together.
Her blue eyes shine and glitter as they bore into mine.
“God, June. You are so beautiful.”
“You don’t have to say that,” she whispers, uncertainty worming its way into the downturned corner of her mouth.
“What do you mean, I don’t have to say it?” I question without hesitation, my eyebrows drawn together as I run a hand through her perfect red hair. “June, I’m not just saying anything. You’re beautiful. Always have been.”
“Beau, please.”
I shake my head. “Oh no, baby. Now, I have to go slow.” I push inside her gently, my stroke so labored, I’m barely moving. “Now, I have to fuck you until you believe me, no matter how long it takes.”
June’s head drops back as I fully seat myself inside her, but I pull her head forward again, my hands at the sides of her face, forcing her to look at me.
She feels so good, I’d sell my soul to stay here for the rest of my life.
“June,” I whisper.
“Beau.”
“ThunderStruck has entered the chat.”
She bursts out laughing, and so do I, our bodies meshed together in harmonic vibration. I stroke slow and deep, grabbing her hips and rocking us together in a sweet symphony of the greatest pleasure I’ve ever felt.
This sex is different. This sex is new.
This sex is what happens when it starts soul-deep.
For the past two nights, I’ve snuck out of my condo in the name of having hot and wild sex with Beau. In his bed.
The guilt is consuming, but so is the sex. It’s what I’d tell my therapist if I had one, but instead, it’s a feeling I carry with me every waking second of my new, secret life.
Beau Banks is everything I thought he’d be and more. I can’t get enough of our secret romance, but every time I lie to Avery, I feel like my nose and my guilt grow seven times as big.
I run across the street carefully, making sure to watch for the crazy Miami traffic as my heels avoid puddles from the afternoon rain shower and pausing when a cab beeps its horn in the lane just in front of me. It’s a common thing here, getting rain nearly every day, and I’ve learned to navigate water like a pro, but in these six-inch heels, I still need to be on my game.
Beau stands on the sidewalk of the restaurant, his smart suit from work still in place, and I move toward him at a run, a full smile taking over my mouth. He’s so handsome it’s disarming, and I completely let go of my inhibition as he pulls me in for a five-alarm kiss right there on the sidewalk.