Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 75164 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75164 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
I took one look at him and all brain functioning stopped. Dead. I had zero capacity to listen to assignment details, regardless of how important they might have been. Zero capacity! The only thing I found myself capable of was looking at his defined muscles, sexy tattoos, and that humongous monster cock between his legs. He’d been rock hard. One look and my dick obviously thought ‘well, two can play that game’ and…the rest was history.
To say I’d acted like a hungry whore, begging for something because I was too inexperienced in the man on man action department to even know what to beg for, would be the understatement of the decade. Him wanting to put on a show for our possible perp had simply opened a door for me. I’d not only crept through, I’d knocked the motherfucker down in my haste to get inside.
None of that, however, was what I was ashamed about. No, it was the best sex I’d ever had in my life and I wasn’t going to lie to myself about it and pretend it was something other than the fucking epic moment that it was. I was ashamed because this morning, in the light of the day when all my dirty fantasies were satiated, I’d pretended to be asleep after Seth woke up. I could sense he wanted to do…something, and I’d lain stiff as a fucking board, eyes glued shut, and tried my dead-level best to keep my breathing even.
My dead-level best hadn’t been good enough. There was no doubt in my mind he knew I was awake, but he’d been gentlemanly enough to not call me on it. After about twenty minutes, which had felt like an hour, he’d climbed out of the bed, used the restroom, and quietly left the room. Thirty minutes later, I was still piled up in the bed, contemplating what I’d done, what it had meant to me, and how it would forever change my life.
And there was where the problem lay. There was no doubt in my mind that what happened last night was nothing more to Seth than a playful night with a curious virgin, so far as man on man action. It hadn’t been earth-shattering and life-altering to him. If anything, I’d been a really bad lay. Hell, he’d done all the work and I’d done all the moaning. So, this morning, after I woke up and snuggled up against him like I was lost in an ice storm and he was the last bit of heat left in the fucking entire world, I’d pretended to be sound asleep. Last night when I’d been weak and basking in the afterglow of the best orgasm of my life, I’d been able to ignore his comments about acting like it never happened and making the evidence disappear. This morning? Not so much.
The thing was, I had to get my head screwed back on properly so I could focus on what our true goal of being in Miami was…instead of wondering what Seth’s cock would feel like in my ass. Sure, it sounded like a simple enough task, but I knew me—I’d never be able to do it.
I had to not let myself make this bigger than it was. It was sex. Nothing more, nothing less. Well, nothing more for Seth. A helluva lot more for me. Seth probably had sex with his subs all the time—many Doms did. For all I knew, last night was just another chance for Seth to help me get better prepared to handle being his sub when we ‘performed’ at Javier’s club. Maybe Seth was right, the best way to handle the situation was to pretend it had never happened.
There was a soft knock on the door and then Seth swaggered in without giving me a chance to blink an eye, much less roll over to try and hide my Seth wood.
“Morning, Sleepy Head!” He said cheerfully but his eyes were sending me a telepathic message to remember that there was a good chance somebody could still be watching our every move through the open balcony doors. The curtains, hanging to the side, fluttered with the ocean breeze.
He leaned down and placed a casual kiss on my forehead. “Watchers,” he whispered. When he rose back up, a fake smile was on his handsome face. “Come on. I made us some breakfast.”
“Uh…y—yeah, s—sure. I’ll be there in a second,” I answered, stuttering like a total idiot.
He winked and walked out…like nothing had changed…like nothing had happened. I knew better than to be surprised. Hell, I’d just given myself the ‘talk’, but his nonchalance hurt even though I’d known to expect it. Knowing my choices were limited to jumping over the balcony and plunging to my death or facing him in the kitchen, I went into the bathroom, did my business, brushed my teeth, and dug through a drawer to find some sweatpants and T-shirt. When dressed, I put on my game face, which consisted of me trying to mirror his nonchalance, and wandered down the hall toward the kitchen.