Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 83927 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83927 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
I’m pulling my underwear down when I catch sight of something black sitting on the floor by the vanity. I stride over and pick up the material, realizing Dani left her lacy thong in my bathroom. My dick hardens as I hold the flimsy material between my fingers, thinking about the last place this material touched.
I can’t help but laugh. The fun I’m going to have with this. But first, I need to deal with the fucking monster between my legs.
Getting in the shower, I immediately get to work, desperate for a release. I curl my fingers around the base of my cock, working my way up and down as her face lingers in my mind. Stroke after stroke, thinking about sinking my cock deep into her sweet cunt. I know nothing will ever come close to how amazing the real thing would be, but damn, if this is the next best thing, I’ll fucking take it.
I picture her eyes looking up at me as she wraps her lips around me, teasing my tip with her tongue as she takes me deep into her mouth. She smirks at me, and that’s enough to throw me over the edge. I find my release and groan her name as I come hard.
Fuck. I’ve got to have her.
After finishing in the shower, I pull on a pair of jeans and jam her lacy thong into my pocket like some kind of fucked-up stalker. But hey, it gives me another excuse to see her again. Grabbing a shirt, I head out into the hallway, dreading the clean-up that awaits me.
I shrug my shirt on as I walk into the kitchen and come to a startling stop as I find the place immaculate.
What the actual fuck?
I look around to find my house clean of beer bottles, no unconscious bodies sprawled throughout the living room, and nothing sticky lining the floor. All the furniture is back in place and a few of my teammates are hanging out by the pool, as though there wasn’t just a raging party in this very house.
What the hell? How long was I in the shower?
I glance up at the clock to find the time. 10:23 a.m. Hmm.
I head over to the back door and slide it open. “Hey,” I call out to the guys. “What happened to the mess?”
Tank looks up at me with a knowing smirk, something sparkling in his eyes. “I’ll give you one guess.”
No. No fucking way. I narrow my eyes at him, but all he does is smirk again.
“Good morning,” the sexiest voice chimes from behind me.
Spinning around, I grab Dani and press her up against the wall beside the door, briefly noticing that she’s still wearing my shirt. “You’re too fucking good for me,” I tell her, leaning in and breathing in her scent, my morning activities doing nothing to stop the monster hardening in my pants.
Her eyes glisten with satisfaction, more than happy to be in my arms. “I figured I owed you after you looked out for me last night,” she explains, sliding her hands up my shirt and resting them against my chest, the feel of her hands on my body making me so desperate for more.
“You know, there are other ways you could have paid me back,” I say with a wicked grin, knowing exactly how she’s going to react.
“Oh, I know, but I figured I’d save that for when you really deserve it,” she explains without missing a beat. Fuck, this woman is driving me crazy in the best possible way.
“Go out with me?” I ask.
“No.”
“Just one date,” I tell her. She shakes her head. “You’re going to break one day, and when you do, it’s going to be amazing.”
Her smile lights up the room, and I lean in to give her a light kiss on the lips, knowing there’s no way I’d get away with anything more this morning.
Knowing she needs her space, I step back from her and head into the kitchen. Dani remains right on the wall as she watches my movements. “Oh, hey,” I say, making sure I have her undivided attention. She raises an eyebrow in question, and I pull her thong out of my pocket before swirling it around my finger like a lasso. “I think you left something in my bathroom.”
Her face drops as her eyes bug out of her head, and one teasing smirk from me has her diving toward the kitchen. I shoot out of her reach and up the stairs with her following closely on my heels.
“Give it back,” she demands.
“No way. Finders keepers,” I sing, bolting down the hallway with her thong high above my head.
“What are you? Twelve?”
I push through the door at the end of the hallway and dive into my spare bedroom before coming to a screeching halt. Dani slams into my back as she dives in after me, and I quickly catch her before she stumbles back.