Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 97284 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 486(@200wpm)___ 389(@250wpm)___ 324(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97284 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 486(@200wpm)___ 389(@250wpm)___ 324(@300wpm)
“Jesus, Gracie. You’re so wet for me.”
She bucked against my hand, a breathless plea falling from her lips. “Jaxson.”
She was beautiful on my lap, her head back, her hair flowing over my knees. Her mouth was open, her tongue pressing on her bottom lip. I needed that tongue on mine again. I grabbed the back of her neck, bringing her mouth back to me. I slid one finger, then two inside her, pressing my thumb on her clit. I moved them in tandem, speeding up as she began to shake and whimper.
“Come for me, Gracie. Come all over my hand.”
I covered her mouth as she broke. Her body locked down, her muscles fluttering, tightening on my fingers as she came. She cried out, and I swallowed the sounds, keeping them for myself alone, gentling my touch and drawing out her orgasm.
I had never seen such a captivating sight. It was one I wanted to see over and over again.
She shuddered, and I stopped my teasing, cupping her briefly before pulling out my hand. I engulfed her in my arms, letting her rest her head against my chest. Our breathing was ragged, the sounds filling the room. I stroked my hand over her hair, the tenderness she inspired in me raging suddenly. I tightened my arms around her, wanting to stay that way forever. When she lifted her head, I held my breath, fearing what I would see in her eyes.
Accusation? Regret?
But she smiled, her blue eyes so filled with warmth, my chest ached.
“Hi,” she whispered.
“Hello,” I whispered back.
Another smile curled the edge of her lips as she shifted. I grimaced as she brushed against my erection, and she frowned.
“Ignore it. It’ll go away.”
At least, it would once I got into the bathroom and took care of it. I was rock hard and aching.
She pushed against my chest, and I shook my head.
“No, baby. Don’t go.”
She leaned up, kissing my mouth, running her tongue along my lips. “I’m not.”
She slid off my lap and, in a fluid movement, sank to her knees in front of me, reaching for my belt.
“No,” I protested, even as I lifted my hips, letting her tug down my pants, freeing my cock. “Gracie, I didn’t expect…” I swallowed as she took me in her hand. “You don’t have…” I groaned as she ran her fingers over my weeping cock. “Baby, you can’t—” I let my head fall back as pleasure tore through me when she sucked me into her mouth. I was lost as she tugged on my thighs, and I pushed forward to the edge of the chair. She rose on her knees, taking me deeper into her throat. She lifted her eyes, meeting mine, the intensity of her gaze making me shudder. Sexy wasn’t the right word to describe the vision. On her knees, my cock in her mouth, her eyes focused on me as she sucked, licked, and teased. Her hands moved restlessly on my thighs, and I covered them with mine.
“You look so perfect with my cock in your mouth, Gracie. I’ve never seen anything so sexy.”
She swallowed around me, and I was done. Pleasure, hot and pulsating, ran through me. I came hard, groaning her name, spilling down her throat. I wove my fingers into her hair, gasping and shaking until I was spent. Slowly, she withdrew and rested her head on my thigh as I ran my hand over her tresses.
When she lifted her head, our eyes locked. She grinned, but I saw the worry in her eyes. “How clichéd was that?” she murmured. “Blowing your boss in his office.”
I tugged her off her knees and back to my lap. I held her tight. “Don’t. What happened wasn’t clichéd or tawdry.”
“What was it?” she asked.
“The start of something.” I pressed a kiss to her head.
“The start of us?” she asked.
I frowned. “I don’t believe in happily ever afters, Grace. I think everything comes to an end. I told you that before.”
She pursed her lips but didn’t argue.
“The start of us for now?” I offered.
“Well, I guess we started for now with a bang, then,” she muttered.
I began to laugh, thrilled she joined in. I kissed her head. “I guess we did.”
I drove her home, following her inside her cozy apartment and looking around with unabashed curiosity. Her home was charming—filled with antiques and comfortable furniture. Bookcases overflowing with novels, pictures everywhere, and her scent saturating the space. Floral, light, and alluring. Two large windows butted against each other in the corner of the room, giving a good view of the street and the park across from the building. Gracie had a large chair in front of them, and a pile of books lay on the table beside the chair. More books filled the shelves under the windows. A blanket was thrown over the back of the chair, and a pair of glasses sat on the pile of books. An empty mug sat beside them. I could imagine her curled up, reading, sipping coffee, and relaxing.