Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 87526 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 438(@200wpm)___ 350(@250wpm)___ 292(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87526 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 438(@200wpm)___ 350(@250wpm)___ 292(@300wpm)
I give myself thirty seconds to stand here, giving her the opportunity to change her mind and that’s it. I’m not trying to freak the girl out. Thankfully, seventeen seconds in, the sound of her lock disengaging echoes down the empty hallway.
“Hi,” she whispers, pulling the door open enough for me to see her freshly washed face.
Maybe she wasn’t avoiding me just moments ago because she looks like she just got out of the shower herself.
I swallow as my mind drifts to the mystery of what her pretty pussy would taste like straight from the shower.
“Just a kiss?” she bargains as she inches the door open a little more.
“A kiss,” I confirm, and take a step closer.
Her eyes flutter, her chin lifts in preparation, but I need her to know what she’s getting from me. I took a chance while we were playing to reveal my own desires, and she was all for it. There’s no sense in pretending now.
Without warning, I grip the back of her neck and drag her to me, lining our bodies up as best I can with our height difference.
“Open your mouth,” I command.
She obeys on a sigh, giving me more of her body weight for me to hold.
This kiss doesn’t even start like the first one. I don’t peck her lips tentatively. I devour. I nip. I explore. I take every breath she exhales and use it to fuel me.
This little vixen gives as good as she gets, and I’m hard as a rock when I inch my face away.
“I always kiss a girl after making her come,” I whisper against her puffy lips.
She tries to bury her flushed face in my neck, but my grip on her hair doesn’t allow for it.
I kiss her again, starting out just as brutally and then slowing things down.
“Thank you.”
“For what?” she asks, slightly breathless and a little dazed as she backs up a few inches.
“I’ve never come so hard in my life.”
I wink at her before turning and walking away like a complete badass.
I can still feel her eyes burning into my back as I press the call button, but I don’t look over my shoulder. I’m too busy throwing a party for myself in my head. I handled myself like a boss for the first time in my life without having preplanned for it. I’m feeling like a complete rock star, nothing could bring me down right now. I’m ruling my own fucking world right now.
Then, I trip on the threshold walking onto the elevator.
Chapter 14
Whitney
I press my fingertips to my cheeks. I’m still flushed from that devastatingly amazing kiss last night, and I must’ve grinned all night in my sleep because my face is sore.
The perfect kiss. The perfect response. Even him tripping getting on the elevator was perfect. It made the night more real because Lord knows I thought I was in the middle of a dream when I saw him standing there through the peephole last night.
How could I get so wrapped up in that game last night that I forgot about the mic as I played with myself? Somehow, my little fantasy turned real and he heard every damn sound. I’m not embarrassed for coming. My body needed that more than I knew, but I have no idea what I said. Hell, I could’ve called him daddy for all I know.
Then he showed up and didn’t seem at all disappointed in the way things went down.
I always kiss a girl after making her come.
Even from three floors above my apartment, he made me come. He claimed it as if he were in the room with me, commanding me to give it to him. He owned it. Fuck, he’s beginning to own me.
Simon expresses his distaste for my still lounging in bed by walking in circles at my feet and bellowing like a fool. So, like any good cat mom, I climb out of bed to do his bidding.
Of course, he only thought he was hungry because he follows me back down the hallway when I leave the room to get changed into gym clothes.
“That’s rude,” I tell him as I zip up the front of my sports bra. “I could’ve stayed in bed longer.”
He meows at me again with his demands to be petted, uncaring that I’m busy.
I oblige because he’s the cutest thing in the world before finishing up with my clothes. I’m in the best mood as I wait for the elevator, refusing to get agitated when I end up having to take the stairs. I don’t even plan to cut my exercise short today. The orgasm was great last night, but I still have all sorts of other stuff built up, especially after that kiss that rivaled all other kisses last night.
My headphones are in, synched to an upbeat playlist before I even look around the room to see who else is in here. Instead of the angry old man in the corner, my eyes meet bright blue ones. They shine just above a smiling, knowing mouth. Are his lips swollen and tender this morning like mine are?