Total pages in book: 114
Estimated words: 106150 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 531(@200wpm)___ 425(@250wpm)___ 354(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 106150 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 531(@200wpm)___ 425(@250wpm)___ 354(@300wpm)
“We’re going to mess up your perfect furniture,” he said in a gasp as I bit into the tender skin of his bare neck.
“Good.”
“We… we’re going to horrify the neighbors with all these glass windows and doors.” Rowe ended with a long, drawn-out groan as I moved my hand down into his briefs to fondle his dick. “Oh. God. Fuckkk.”
“Neighbors can go fuck themselves,” I said before sucking on one of his nipples.
“Just like that.” He reached his fingers into my hair and scratched my scalp lightly, which made my skin prickle with need. “Touch me.”
I fondled his balls and tried to remind myself we had an entire week together. “You smell fucking amazing,” I said, moving my mouth down across his stomach to his happy trail. The top of his tattoo peeked out over the waistband of his briefs. I ran a thumb across it and down below the elastic. “I want to lick every inch of your skin.”
“Start with my penis. Just a suggestion.” Rowe’s voice was rougher and deeper. He sounded more confident than he had before. I hoped the experience we’d already had together had contributed to his comfort with me. “Not a suggestion, actually,” he hissed as I teased the area around his cock without touching it directly. “Command. Superstrong command. Suck me. Please. Pretty please.”
I adored this man. He was sexy and sweet, an intoxicating blend of vulnerability and masculinity that fired all my engines.
My mouth hovered over his cock, and the warm, humid air from my exhales made the fabric of his briefs damp. Rowe’s entire body thrummed with anticipation.
“I hate you,” he said. “This is torture. This is horrible.”
I yanked down his underwear and sucked the head of his cock into my mouth. Rowe yelped.
“I fucking love you,” he cried. “This is heaven. This is the best.”
I wanted to laugh. He made me feel so many things all the damned time. Suddenly, it felt like my life was about someone else. Pleasing him. Reassuring him. Impressing him. Listening to him. Learning about him. Adoring him.
All of it seemed possible. A fantastical future laid out before us on the golden trail of sunlight that danced across the ocean water outside the windows. In that moment, I felt like I could have it all.
And I could have it with Rowe Prince.
My mouth held him while my tongue danced around his shaft. I proceeded to defile him, sucking his cock and fucking him with spit-slick fingers. The sexy flush mottling his neck and chest made my dick hard as granite, so I yanked at the button and zippers on my pants until I was fisting my dick while sucking him off.
Rowe grabbed my hair and pulled as he shouted his release into the room. The sound of his broken voice crying out my name was enough to make me come all over myself and the stupid white sofa. I lurched up to take his mouth in mine and roll us until we were side by side, a dirty mash-up of panting breaths, sweat, saliva, and semen.
“More,” Rowe said with a cheeky grin.
I barked out a laugh and leaned back with a groan. “You’re with an old man, cutie. There’s no more in the tank for a little while.”
He reached out and ran the tip of his finger across my forehead and down my temple to my cheek and jaw. The tender affection in his expression didn’t help my breathing slow down in the least bit. “Thirty’s not so old,” he said dreamily. “Seems like you’re just right.”
We lay there staring at each other and sharing small touches and kisses until I realized someone’s phone was buzzing insistently from wherever we’d dropped our clothes.
“Real life is intruding,” I murmured, unable to take my fingers out of his adorable curls. “Make it stop.”
He groaned for a long moment before smacking a quick kiss to my lips. “We did come here with a plan,” he reminded me. “Maybe we should execute that plan.”
“Or what if we make a new plan? A plan called Sebastian and Rowe Christen Every Room of This House.”
“Hmm. I like it. How many rooms here?”
“So many,” I said fervently.
Rowe’s light laugh was enough to keep me there in his arms for a few more minutes before I finally pushed off the sofa and reached out a hand to pull him up. “Duty calls. And let’s order some food, too. I haven’t fed you in a while.”
“Good idea.” He looped his arms around my neck. “I could go for a beer and some of that snack mix we had last weekend.”
“Hmm. I dunno. I’m craving burritos—”
Rowe snickered, pressing his face to my chest.
“Do you suppose Burrito Bandito delivers out here? I heard they have this hot-as-fuck delivery person who does a little toe-kick move, but I haven’t seen it yet…”