Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 83542 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 418(@200wpm)___ 334(@250wpm)___ 278(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83542 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 418(@200wpm)___ 334(@250wpm)___ 278(@300wpm)
There is a car parked on either side of ours, blocking the view from the entrance to the facility, and it’s still early enough that no one is around. I lead Oskar between our car and the SUV beside it before I suddenly turn and press him into the door.
Surprise crosses his face as I lean in, forearms pressed to the window behind him and body snug against his own.
“You don’t want to stop?” I ask.
Oskar’s eyebrows pull down. “What do you—”
“This. Us. You don’t want to stop it. Why?”
“Who’d want to give up convenient sex?”
“No.” I grip his jaw carefully, just firm enough that he knows I’m not messing around. “Don’t do that bullshit with me.”
“Who says it’s bullshit?”
I want to kiss him, claim him, force him to admit that I’m the only one he wants. For this week, this month, who knows? But he’s given me the tiniest window of opportunity, so I’m sure as hell going to take advantage of that. “I do. You want to keep this thing going? Tell me I mean more to you than an easy orgasm. Because you sure as shit aren’t that for me.”
It breaks my heart that he could be so surprised by that. He struggles for words for a full couple of seconds, then swallows roughly. “It’s possible that I don’t find you completely unbearable.”
I give his jaw a warning squeeze. “Try again.”
“Urg, I take it back. You are unbearable. Completely annoying and a pain in my ass I could do without. All you’ve done is walk into my life like you have it all figured out and push me out of my comfort zone. Maybe I was happy with the way things were, did you think of that?”
“Were you?”
A frustrated noise leaves him. “No, damn it. But I didn’t know that until you and your bossiness and the way you put me first and check that I’m okay and meet my every single need that I didn’t even know I had.” His hands grip the sides of my shirt. “I hate everything you’ve ever done to make me like you.”
Happy nerves fizzle in my gut. “You like me.”
“More every stupid day.”
I can’t hold back. My chest floods with something indescribable as I press a quick, hard kiss to his mouth but pull away before he can try and take things deeper.
“Here’s what’s going to happen. You’re going to climb into that back seat, and I’m going to blow you, but you’re going to keep that filthy mouth shut because one noise that could fuck up your stitches and I stop. Understand?”
“You really like torturing me, huh?”
I chuckle. “You have no idea. Now, get in the car and keep a lookout. We’re very public here.”
His pupils blow wide. “We could get caught.”
“We could.”
Then he surprises the hell out of me by cupping my face. “If we are, it could be bad for you. I don’t want that.”
“That’s for me to worry about.”
Oskar shakes his head. “Maybe I’m a little worried about it too.”
Fuck, that softens me toward him. “You’re beginning to see that your choices have consequences, but I’ve known that for a very long time. I knew what I was doing when I got into this.”
“And you chose me anyway.”
I turn my head to press a kiss to his palm, then pull open the door behind him. “I’d do it all over again too.”
“Now, not that I’m complaining, but why do you suddenly want to suck my cock? Is this a reward for being a good boy?”
“Oh, you’ve definitely been a good boy.” I quickly slide the driver’s seat forward before nudging Oskar toward the back. “But it’s mostly because I really, really need to touch you.”
“Well, feel free to touch me whenever you like.”
Oskar climbs in, and I follow him, pulling the door closed behind us. The windows are tinted dark, so there’s very little chance of anyone seeing in, even without the cars on either side, but from in here, we can see everything.
I sink onto my knees between Oskar’s spread thighs and yank his gym shorts down. His half-hard cock bobs in front of my face, and I almost groan. “I take it back. You were right. A suit would have been a terrible idea.”
Oskar’s laugh is husky as he runs his fingers through my hair. “Are you saying you were wrong?”
“I’m saying I’m always open to negotiation.” Then I lean forward and wrap my mouth around his cock. I run my tongue over him, sucking him deep as I coax him to full hardness. The feel of him lengthening in my mouth makes me dizzy, and I bury my face in his pubes as he fills my mouth and pushes into my throat.
Oskar lets out a long, loud exhale, grip tightening on my hair. His legs shift wider, and I love the way he’s struggling to stay in control. I pull back and dive back down again, ears strained for the hitches in Oskar’s breath. The fact he wants to be vocal and can’t is turning me on more than it should, knowing that he’s having to control himself all because I told him to.