Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 78915 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 395(@200wpm)___ 316(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78915 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 395(@200wpm)___ 316(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
We both hear voices coming closer to the door as my thrusts go slower. Inch by fucking inch coming out of her and then slamming back into her. I feel her fingers moving over her clit. “Nico,” she says my name, and I know she’s about to come because my cock is being strangled by her. “So close.”
“Let go,” I say, putting my mouth on hers as she comes. I swallow down her silent moan right before I push myself balls deep in her, and I close my eyes. I come for what seems like hours. I haven’t had her in four days, and I’ve been dying. I’ve woken up every single morning with the biggest hard-on, and nothing, I mean nothing could cure it. I had to take care of myself every single day, but it wasn’t the same.
Her tongue slowly lets go of mine, our chests heaving. “That was so needed,” she says, kissing under my jaw. “Thank you for that.”
I slip out of her, and my arm drops her leg. “Come home with me.” I say the words before my mind can catch up to what is happening. My house is always off-limits. It’s the only place that is truly only mine. I’ve never brought a woman home, and not only was I asking her to come over but I was also planning on not letting her leave until she had to.
“What?” she asks, almost as shocked as I am. I tuck myself back into my pants.
“Come home with me,” I say again, this time I’m not sure I’m asking her. “I’ll see you out there.” Kissing her and walking out to go to the bathroom, I’m thankful that no one is there so I slip into the men’s bathroom and take care of the condom. I wash my hands before pulling the door open and seeing Ryder joking with Becca.
“Totally wrong door,” she says and looks at me. “They need a brighter light in the hallway.”
“Is everything okay?” I ask, and Ryder laughs.
“Becca walked into the wrong door,” he says as Becca’s smile never leaves her face.
“Well, excuse me while I visit the actual ladies’ room,” she says to both of us as she walks away and goes to the bathroom.
“That woman,” Ryder says once Becca is out of earshot. “I’ve been trying to get her to notice me for a year now.”
“I had no idea,” I say, putting my hands in my pockets and not making any attempt to leave the hallway. “I think she’s with someone.”
He looks at me in surprise. “Really?” he says and I have no other words to say right now. “She is always alone.”
“I think she mentioned it to me the other day.” I am lying out of my ass right now.
Becca comes out and stops when she sees us both here. “Are you guys waiting for me?” she asks, and I swear she glows.
“I was just chatting with Ryder here.” I look at him. “I bet him fifty bucks you had a boyfriend.”
Her eyes go wide. “Is that so?” She folds her arms over her chest. “I don’t know if you would call him my boyfriend,” she says. “More like a friend with a certain benefit. We haven’t really put a name on it.”
“Well then, it’s his loss,” Ryder says. “Shall we?” He motions with his hand. Becca walks out into the party with both of us following her.
“I think it’s time to sit,” Ryder says.
“I have to find Manning.” Becca looks over at him. “We are sitting together.”
“Well then, I will see you later,” he tells her as we both look around for Manning, and I see him sitting at a table with Ralph and Miller.
“It’s time.” I look up to see Lizzie there, and my eyebrows pinch together. “The speech. You know welcome, have fun, Merry Christmas, all that jazz.”
“Right,” I say, taking a huge breath of air, looking to see her sitting as she takes a sip of wine. “Where am I sitting?” I ask Lizzie, who looks around the room and then looks back at me.
“Where would your highness like to sit?” she asks sarcastically. “I think I see two chairs empty at Manning’s table. Would you like me to reserve them for us?”
I glare at her. “That would be good.” She shakes her head, laughing. “Go say your speech. I hope you aren’t this grumpy during dinner.” She looks over her shoulder, walking away. “Something tells me you are going to be super chipper.”
“You’re fired,” I say between clenched teeth.
“Good.” She smiles back at me. “If you want to rehire me, I need a new contract.” She turns. “I’ll ask Becca if she’ll take me on as a client.”
I’m about to tell her to fuck off when Martin approaches. “I’m ready when you are.” He looks at me.