Total pages in book: 156
Estimated words: 158829 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 794(@200wpm)___ 635(@250wpm)___ 529(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 158829 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 794(@200wpm)___ 635(@250wpm)___ 529(@300wpm)
“Sunshine, don’t tell me you’ve gone crazy?” I whisper, laying her head on my shoulder.
She stares up at me with a seductive smile on those lips that just unraveled me.
“Maybe I have. And it’s all your fault, Brock Winthrope.”
When you’re really motivated, you set new records.
The bonus I promise the captain gets my boat home faster than ever. I think we even beat the bat-out-of-hell pace the engines set that stormy night I brought Lancaster out to save his girl.
I’m starting to understand his sanity.
I also have to take Pippa below deck until we return. I can’t keep my hands off her.
Piper gets my tongue on the desk in my private quarters, her legs thrown over my shoulders, panties torn. I slip them into my pocket before I go to work on her.
She’s so fucking close before my mouth even lands on her clit.
I could eat this woman all night, but I’ll have to settle for a few minutes. That’s all she lasts before she’s a trembling mess, fingers digging at my hair, her pussy throbbing with a madness I’m proud to deliver.
“Brock!” She whimpers my name.
My grip tightens on her thighs and I seal her to my face, where she rides out the hottest climax yet.
She tastes like a sugar lick when she comes for me.
I don’t stop until she’s pulling my hair, looking down and flushed, begging for a kiss.
And that kiss lasts—making her taste herself—until I hear the intercom switch on, announcing our arrival.
With her dress patted down, we disembark and walk up to the house.
Once we’re inside the house, I waste no time lifting her up.
I haul her upstairs draped over my shoulder.
Laughing, she slides a hand under my polo shirt, rubbing my shoulder and peppering my throat with kisses.
It’s a miracle when I kick the door shut between us.
Finally.
Her energy matches mine as she grabs the hem of my shirt and starts pulling.
I place a hand over hers and move it away.
“Why?” Her eyes go wide and her cheeks are so red she’s intoxicated.
“We’ve already done fast and hard, Sunshine. I want to take my sweet time now.”
She kisses me again and I walk us to the bed, leaning over so I can position her right in the center.
Then I climb over her and take her lips in mine.
I massage her lips and tongue with mine, kissing down her neck, down to where her neckline fades into her cleavage.
Honest to God, I could live here forever.
But her hips beg me not to, bucking insistently under me.
It’s pure hell ignoring the invitation.
I barely manage to slide down the bed to her feet, removing her shoes and kissing each ankle reverently.
She goes to pieces.
I smile, kissing a line up her right leg, straight to her inner thigh.
“Brock,” she whispers, raking her nails through my hair.
The slower I climb up her belly, the more impatient she becomes.
By the time my lips wind up her throat and land on her mouth again, she’s clinging to me with a smolder in her eyes. Her kisses crash against me frantically.
Goddamn.
Even this man has his limits.
I guide her up, helping slide her dress off over her head, and smile when I see a silver lace bra.
“Showy. I like it,” I say, placing my finger over her nipple and tracing a tiny circle that follows the curve of her breast.
“Hurry!” Her teeth dig at her bottom lip.
“Patience, woman,” I growl back.
Her skin answers me, so hot it’s insane.
I’m not sure how I keep it together.
“This is—” I find her bra clasp with my other hand and unhook it. “Better than Christmas morning.”
Then she’s naked and glorious and entirely mine.
Snarling, I take one round breast in my mouth, working my tongue around the pink halo circling her nipple.
Piper traces my forehead to my chin and back up with a featherlight touch, moaning.
“Ooh.”
I think I’ll always be amazed at how such a small sound can make me so ravenous.
I release her tit, taking the other one, pulling her nipple with my teeth.
Her hips tilt and her legs close around me.
“Brock!”
“Always say my name like that,” I whisper.
This time when her hands grab my shirt, I let her pull it off. I might lose a couple buttons in the process.
When her hand strokes down my bare back, I’m ruined.
My body hovers over hers, tracing the seam of her opening with my fingers, feeling how hot and wet her pussy gets, how much she aches for every inch of me.
“Tell me you’re ready for me,” I whisper.
She moans a muffled reply, biting her wrist.
“Piper,” I say again, teasing her clit with my thumb.
My fingers find her center again.
It takes every atom of my willpower not to throw her legs apart and force my way inside her.
Luckily, she’s just as desperate.
Her hands are on my shorts, dragging them away. She grabs my boxer briefs and tries to pull them down, but they’re so strained they don’t move easily.