Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 88536 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 443(@200wpm)___ 354(@250wpm)___ 295(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88536 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 443(@200wpm)___ 354(@250wpm)___ 295(@300wpm)
My heart hammers in my chest when his body presses against mine, my face nestled in his neck, and I can feel him.
“Do you want me to slide my hand up your skirt right now, Alina?” he whispers in my ear, and my heart is fucking pounding like a treacherous bitch. And then a low ache begins between my legs at the insinuation.
No.
No.
No.
The pulsing between my thighs intensifies as his feather-light touch glides along my elbow.
Yes.
No.
Maybe?
Fuck it.
My head nods of its own accord.
“Oh, what a good girl you are,” he croons, sliding his hand from my elbow, until it’s between us. He reaches down and lifts my skirt, his cock still firmly pushing against my leg through his pants.
My hips move back just a little to give him more access as he slides his hand up, and I am so thankful right now that I have on a skirt. My hands stay at my sides, unsure if I should touch him.
Should I?
Probably not.
Am I out of my fucking mind doing this?
Yes.
Am I elated about it? Also fucking yes.
He moves my panties to the side, and as his fingers slide between my folds, he presses on my clit, then moves his finger again, dancing down to where I’m throbbing.
I suck in a breath as I stare into his blue eyes that seem to be attuned to my every twist in expression.
The energy around us is charged.
He’s intense.
I blame the alcohol. Or maybe the lack of having sex with someone for so many months.
I want him to touch me all over and to absolutely ravish me.
I inevitably fall forward, my face pressing against his blue button-up shirt, as he slides the first finger in. I grab his other wrist, my hand clenching around his watch, to center myself. A small moan escapes me, a mixture of relief and demand for more. Especially when I can feel his very hard cock between us. I’m so hyper-focused on what he’s doing, that I can’t think straight.
What is even happening?
I hate this man, don’t I?
He slides in and out with a perfect rhythm. His thumb circles my clit, applying just the right amount of pressure, but I feel greedy for more as I rub against him. I can’t help myself. The champagne has gone straight to my head, but fuck, this feels so good.
My head lolls back as he inserts a second finger, and now I’m shamelessly riding his hand. Fuck, I hate this man so much. But the way he makes me feel…
“I’ve never seen you so quiet,” he says smugly.
My eyes burst open at his comment, but neither of us change the rhythm.
“Shut up. Your personality is still off-putting,” I whisper shout as I ride his hand to oblivion.
He chuckles, and it does something to me. It’s like it runs down my spine and almost snaps me in two as he says, “But you like my fingers?”
“Very much,” I breathlessly admit as he picks up the pace, as if rewarding me for telling the truth.
Oh fuck.
His lips brush against my neck, and I lean back, basking in the bliss as he kisses down my throat. I feel the pressure of his lips on my skin as he continues finger fucking me. One of my hands snakes into his hair, drawing him closer to me. Wanting his lips and body firmly pressed against me.
Fuck, I’m so close.
I place my other hand against the basin behind my back to support me.
I’m so close.
A moan slips free as I come undone on his fingers. My grip tightens in his hair as I hold him in place, riding the wave of pure bliss. My entire body convulses, and I sigh with relief.
The minute I do, he pulls back, and I realize my mistake. He’s smirking, those crystal blue eyes shining with mischief. Victory. He’d got what he wanted, but I supposed, in a way, so had I. I can’t stand this man, but my body was an obvious beacon of sexual frustration and attraction toward him. I’d be far too stubborn to initiate anything with this man. It’s as if he knows this as he smugly smiles, turns, opens the door, and closes it behind him without so much as saying another word. I lick my lips and take a deep breath, recapping what the fuck just happened.
I run my hands through my hair and look at myself in the mirror, shocked.
Did I just get fingered on the plane?
Am I part of the mile high club now?
Okay, maybe I’m part of the slutty club, because damn, that was hot.
That’s when my gaze lands on the not-so-subtle red mark branded on my neck. My jaw unhinges. Did that little fuck just give me a hickey?
CHAPTER 5
Will
Sometimes you just can’t help yourself. That was me a few moments ago in the bathroom, with a certain pretty little brunette who has the most gorgeous fuck-me eyes I’ve ever seen. That and her scathing tongue just gets me excited for all different types of reasons.