Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 83912 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83912 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
“Do you now?”
“Yes,” she says, and holy fuck, she is going down on to her knees, and she already has my cock out of my pants and wrapped in her hand. “And I feel that this is the way to it.” She strokes the head of my cock with her tongue and smiles up at me. “Salty. You really did need this, didn’t you? And just in case you’re wondering, don’t hold back. I intend to swallow.” And with that evil, seductive comment, she draws me into her mouth. And damn, Faith is good. She suckles. She licks. And when my hand goes to her hair, my body pumping into her, she makes these hot little sounds, like she needs this as much as I do, which has my balls tight, my body burning in all the right ways.
She wraps her hand around my thigh for leverage, and I’m close. So damn close. “That’s right, sweetheart,” I murmur, my voice low, gravelly. “That’s good.” My hand twines into her hair, urgency surging through me. I pump harder, pushing my cock deeper into her throat, and she takes me, sucks me harder, even, and that does it for me. She does it for me. I’m there, a hoarse moan sliding from my lips with the release that follows. My shaft spasms in her mouth, and she does exactly what she said she would. She swallows, but she is in no rush to end this. She drags her tongue and lips up and down me, slowly easing me to the completion of the best damn blow job of my life.
Only when my chin lowers, my eyes finding hers, does she slide her mouth from my body. She pushes to her feet, and I drag her to me. “You know that wasn’t—”
“Payment for services? Damn straight it wasn’t. Free will, Nick. And now, I’m going to shower and go pick up food so you can get your work done.” She pushes away from me and takes off walking. Damn, that woman rocks my world. I hope like hell she’s innocent, because I’m in deep now. And about to be deeper, because she’s about to be naked in that shower, and so am I.
Chapter Fifteen
Tiger
It’s nearly eleven by the time Faith is ready to leave to pick up food, and I walk her to my BMW outside her house, while her car waits for the tow truck we called a few minutes ago. Both of us are in faded jeans and boots, me in a black T-shirt with the classic royal blue BMW logo on it and her in some sort of pink, long-sleeve lace shirt that hugs her breasts just right. Which I notice because, unlike my hair, which is knotted at the back of my head, her long blond hair is not only free and smelling like vanilla and amber again, it’s resting over her nipples, which I just had in my mouth fifteen minutes ago.
She dangles my keys between us. “I’m nervous about driving your car.”
“Don’t wreck it and everything will be fine.”
“Thanks for that comforting thought and vote of confidence.”
“That’s what people like about me,” I say. “I’m warm and fuzzy all the damn time.”
Her sexy mouth curves, and damn, I’m thinking about it on my cock again. “Like I said, Nick Rogers,” she says as if she’s just heard my thoughts, “there’s nothing sweet about you.”
I pull her to me and give her a long, drugging kiss, and I swear I can taste that amber-and-vanilla scent from her hair on her lips. “How’s that for sweet?” I demand.
“Your kisses aren’t sweet, any more than you’re a nice guy,” she says. “But you’re right. Nice is overrated, and so is sweet.”
I give her pink-painted lips a glance. “Why the fuck does your lipstick never come off?”
She laughs. “Such fierceness over lipstick. It’s not supposed to. They make it that way.”
“Hmmm. Good. I think I like a challenge.”
“Your challenge is your deposition next week. Let me get to the grocery store and pick up that Italian food I promised, so you can get your job done.”
“I don’t think I’ve ever had a woman scold me about my work,” I say. “It’s surprisingly arousing. But I’m pushing my call back to one.” I release her and open the car door. “Go now before I need to push this call back to two.”
She starts to climb inside but pauses. “Make yourself at home. Just don’t burn down the place and everything will be fine.”
Laughing at her play on my warning, aware that she manages to keep the playing field even at all times, I watch as she disappears into the BMW. I shut her inside, backing up to watch her depart, and as she puts the car into gear, I decide there’s something very wrong, and yet right at the same time, about a woman I’m fucking in my pride and joy, my custom BMW Hurricane. But then, there is something about Faith that’s both wrong and right, all the way around. She disappears around a curve, and I sigh. All I can do is hope like hell she’s as good at driving it as she is at riding me.