Total pages in book: 120
Estimated words: 111610 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 558(@200wpm)___ 446(@250wpm)___ 372(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 111610 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 558(@200wpm)___ 446(@250wpm)___ 372(@300wpm)
But they’re not serious, and people start to leave, Stephen offering to show the ladies to the front door while Evan, Chance, and I reset the studio space.
I pick up a box of microphones, taking them to the walk-in closet next door for storage. I find the space where Evan has clearly-labeled the shelf ‘microphones’ and set the box down. When I turn around . . .
“Aah!” I scream, throwing my hands up. If the choices are fight, flight, or freeze, I’m a fighter every time.
Lucas is standing in the doorway, his eyes wide and hands held out in surprise. “What the hell?”
Evan and Chance rush up, looking panicked. “What’s going on?” Chance demands, ping-ponging steely eyes from me to Lucas.
Panting to catch my breath, I wave Chance off, seeing how worked up he is at my fright. “It’s fine. I didn’t hear Lucas behind me, and when I turned around, I was startled.”
“Shiiit, Miss R!” Lucas says, holding a hand to his chest like I scared him. “I just wanted to ask you about, uh . . . class this week. Same day, same time as usual?” Lucas asks.
“Wha—? Uh, yeah, same as always,” I answer automatically, not sure why he’d be asking me that. He knows when class is scheduled.
“Bet. See ya then,” he says, dipping out quickly.
Jim is hustling down the hall, and I swear Lucas shoulder bumps him on purpose even though he apologizes to the old man.
“Whatha hell’r’ya hollerin’ about?” Jim asks, looking us over.
“Sorry. Everything’s fine,” I tell him, reassuring all three men with a laugh. “I didn’t hear him and freaked when I turned around. Just an old-fashioned jump scare. It’s all good.”
“You’re sure?” Jim asks, not looking certain.
I nod, smiling at my own overreaction. Mostly convinced, Evan and Jim walk back toward the front of the building, leaving me and Chance in the storage closet.
“That was a clusterfuck,” I tell him, shifting subjects. “The show, I mean.”
He steps in closer to me, scant inches between us and our breath mingling. “I don’t want to talk about that.”
In an instant, the worry and disappointment over the important podcast dissipates, replaced with the heat I see in Chance’s blue eyes. “What do you want to talk about, then?” I ask, flirting hard.
“I have plans for you,” he answers, his voice going husky and deep.
The possibilities run through my brain like a ticker tape of filthy fun, and I want to try every single one. “Anything.”
He moves so fast I don’t see it, his hand going to my throat and squeezing slightly. My breath hitches and my core goes molten. If he wants to have a quickie right here, I don’t think I’ll be able to say no, for either of our sakes. “Chance,” I whisper hotly.
“You’re going to be my slut tonight,” he informs me. He’s keeping his voice down because of where we are, and the quiet roughness of his words makes them that much sexier. “I’m going to take my time, fucking you in every way I can think of and every way your body can handle. You’re going to be covered in my cum when I’m done with you and you’re going to love it.”
We’re always so careful at the club when there are people here. Half of the fun is the tease of ‘Mr. Harrington’ and ‘Miss Redding’ and the stolen glances and touches we share, but now, there’s no teasing, no build-up. This is caveman Chance, raw and powerful, and the danger of it being where and when we shouldn’t behave this way is intoxicating.
“Please,” I beg quietly. “Fuck my mouth, my pussy, my ass . . . you can have anything you want.”
“I will,” he says with a sex-filled smile. “I just wanted you to think about it all day like I am.”
With that, he steps back and adjusts his cock in his slacks. After one last heated look my way, he resets his entire being, hiding the beast he is with me beneath layers of rules and becoming his usual proper self. “It wasn’t a clusterfuck. Those topics incite a lot of feelings, and the people talking about them showed that. You helped them speak their truth and hear the other side. You were amazing. Good girl.”
He disappears into the hallway, and I think I melt to the floor in a puddle of gooey lust.
CHAPTER 26
SAMANTHA
By Saturday, the podcast is all but forgotten. Or at least, I’m trying to push it out of my mind. Hopefully, lunch with Mom will help with that.
“Have a good day,” I tell Chance as he presses a kiss to my forehead. Although his place is definitely more comfortable, we make it a point to stay at my place occasionally. I tease him that sleeping on cheap polyester sheets keeps him humble and he threatens to get me accustomed to his rain-head shower. “You have appointments all day?”