Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 72655 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 363(@200wpm)___ 291(@250wpm)___ 242(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72655 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 363(@200wpm)___ 291(@250wpm)___ 242(@300wpm)
“That’s right. You’ve unwittingly attracted the attention of fortune-seeking journalists eager to break the story about the young billionaire who recently acquired the world’s foremost pudding company.”
“I’m not a billionaire. Far from it. And I’m also disputing the rest.”
She laughs. “Better press a button and pull down all those fancy automatic shades, Mr. Montford. Because I’m ready to see stars.”
I laugh, but she’s right. I do have automatic shades, and I control them with an app on my phone, so I pull my phone from my back pocket and swipe the screen. All it takes is a few seconds and some soft whirring, and the place gets a heck of a lot darker. I still have the projector on, and since the lights are also controlled on my phone, I plunge the room into outer space.
“Wow.” Evilla walks toward me, outlined in silver starlight, and puts both hands on my shoulders. My mouth goes dry. Where did I put that water? Right. On the kitchen island or the coffee table, or maybe I set it—
She stands on her tiptoes and kisses my neck. Then, her lips travel up to my jaw and then over. She finds my ear, and just feeling her breath there makes me shiver. I don’t have spots on my neck that I like breathed on or licked, but when she breathes and licks just below my earlobe? I nearly come out of my skin. Her hands smooth across my shoulders and then spread lower, exploring my chest.
“Guess what?” she whispers in a low, seductive voice.
“W—what?”
“My nipple is all healed up.”
I slip my hands around her waist and kiss her with all the pent-up energy I’ve saved all week. All the frustration of being in the same building and not being able to be near her, and all the times I’ve been near her but had to remain utterly professional. She arches against me, her fingers grasping the front of my shirt.
“I wore the right clothing then, after all,” she gasps. I suck on her bottom lip, and she rocks against me. One leg lifts off the floor and curls around mine. “The cat eating the planets. It’s my favorite space shirt.”
“I like it. But I’d like it more if it were off.”
She giggles. “How clever.”
She pretty much tears it off anyway. I match her, mirroring her movements and shedding my shirt as well. She kicks off her shoes, and I wriggle mine off. Then, I help her with her leggings, bushing my fingers over the soft skin of her belly. Her bra is kind of like a sports bra, but it’s also not a sports bra. It’s like a mixture of the two. She catches me looking and unclasps it. At the sight of her bare breasts, my fingers fumble with her leggings, becoming as useless as I was with the tent. She’s right. Her nipples are utterly perfect.
She reaches for the button on my jeans, and oh, right. I was trying to strip her leggings off.
“I’m not wearing any panties with these,” she warns me.
It’s a good thing, too, because I needed that warning. My dick needed that warning. And so did my balls. Right now, we need to all just keep it together.
She grasps my face and drags me back to her for another kiss. She leads it this time, her tongue stroking mine and taking control. My hands work at the waistband of her pants, and holy crab legs, she’s right. She’s not wearing any panties, and she’s perfect and smooth, hot and wet. I work her leggings down slowly like I’m teasing and taking my time, but really, I’m counting sheep’s arses in my head the way people count down Mississippis or ballerinas to mark seconds, just so I can keep focused and in the game.
“You were right. You’re not wearing any panties,” I rasp as her leggings shimmy down her smooth, perfect legs.
“I’m not. I don’t joke about panties. They’re serious business. Speaking of which, can I take yours off?”
“I’m not wearing any either,” I joke.
“Boxers then.” She giggles, her hands working my jeans open. I give her an A for efficiency because jeans are hard to get off.
She unzips my fly, and my dick practically springs right out. He’s so relieved to get the hell out of that confinement. My brain practically fuzzes out, and when I come back online, my jeans are gone and she’s working my boxers down. Now my dick really does spring free. I wasn’t this naked before. I wasn’t even close.
Evilla makes a sound under her breath when her hand closes around my shaft. The same sound pretty much rips out of me, echoing her again.
“You have a really nice manstick,” she purrs.
My dick likes the praise. He even likes being called a manstick. She could pretty much call him anything she wanted, and he’d be guaranteed to like it.