Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 23378 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 117(@200wpm)___ 94(@250wpm)___ 78(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23378 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 117(@200wpm)___ 94(@250wpm)___ 78(@300wpm)
Freya looks both scandalized and impressed. “Holy shit. I wouldn’t have guessed this about you, Addy. Honestly, I would have expected it from myself because I’m a girl who loves her filth, but you’ve exceeded my wildest dreams.”
I laugh. “Thanks, and it feels good because I’ve never been so slutty and wanton before. But you know what? With the right man, it works. He loves it too, and trust me, Freya, you’ll find a guy who takes you on a roller coaster of naughtiness. I know you will. It just takes some time.”
That sets my friend off because evidently, her date last night was horrible and she starts complaining about the small size of his pecker. Usually, I would be totally listening, but today, I’m just not in the mood. Instead, I smile and nod at all the right moments, but really, I’m just dreaming of Caleb. He’s the epitome of a manly man, and I can’t wait to see him again.
7
Caleb
* * *
I pick Addy up from her apartment and watch as she floats towards my car in a gorgeous aquamarine gown that flows to her ankles. Beneath the hem is a pair of matching sparkly heels with a delicate strap wrapped around those shapely ankles. Mm, I’d love to have her wear nothing but those stilettos, those lush curves nude with her legs slung over my shoulders while I lap at that wet pussy. Hell, maybe we should skip the event tonight and go straight to that.
But first things first. I lean down to kiss Addy when she approaches, my lips lingering on that sweet pout.
“Should we just flake on the party and stay here, instead?” I growl, my big hands encircling her narrow waist.
Addy giggles and slaps my arm playfully.
“Goodness, no. It’s your own company’s gala! Don’t you think they’d notice if the CEO didn’t show up?”
I shrug and smirk.
“They’d get by without me.”
She giggles.
“Well, I didn’t get dressed up to not go to a party, so no. We have to go.”
I look her up and down once more, my eyes caressing those luscious curves.
“You look too beautiful to share, baby. I don’t want other men to see you like this.”
She giggles again. “Yes because you’re the one who picked the dress out! Not only that, but I think the saleslady definitely knew what we were doing in the changing room,” she murmurs, blushing. “I mean, she gave me such a weird look when we stepped out.”
I shrug again, pinching my girl’s bottom.
“I’ll buy the store if it makes you feel better.”
Addy looks shocked.
“No, no, that’s not it. It’s just … well, I think we may have left a stain on the carpet. And the wall,” she whispers. “I squirted so hard, and you know you touched me right where I like it most.”
I nod because we didn’t just stop at a quickie in the dressing room. Instead, I had Addy fully nude and bent over for some deep anal when we were supposed to be trying on dresses. But my girl is so responsive, and lately, we’ve unearthed her ability to squirt. As a result, we left the dressing room a mess, and it wasn’t just from discarded clothes. There were definitely some wet spots, and the boutique’s going to need to do a deep steam clean to get that particular cubicle sanitary again.
But it doesn’t bother me because we spent almost five figures at that boutique, so the saleslady got a nice commission. Meanwhile, I open the passenger side door to my car. “It’s fine, honey. I wouldn’t worry your pretty little head about it because you were a very generous customer.”
Addy slips into the car, smiling.
“Okay, but for tonight, just remember that you’re supposed to ravish me after the party, and not during it.”
My eyebrows go up in pretend shock.
“Who me?”
She giggles.
“Yes, you! I fully expect you to be on your best behavior because, Mr. Select, this is a party to celebrate your achievements!”
With a chuckle, I kiss the pretty girl once more and climb into the driver’s seat. I could’ve gotten us a limo to this party, but I figured arriving in my BMW is just as stylish, and it means we’re not reliant on anyone else when it’s time to leave. Although, come to think of it, we could have had some dirty fun in the back of the limo. I’ll have to remember that for next time and make a mental note. Anything to get into this woman’s body.
The drive is quick, and soon we’re at the Millbrook Hotel. It’s a stately venue with a white, colonnaded exterior and tinkling fountain in front. The valet takes our car, and when Addy slips her hand into my elbow, she lets out an appreciative sigh.
“Wow, it’s beautiful, isn’t it?” she breathes, taking in the huge front door and graceful topiaries.