Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 57820 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 289(@200wpm)___ 231(@250wpm)___ 193(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57820 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 289(@200wpm)___ 231(@250wpm)___ 193(@300wpm)
I slammed home, bottoming out inside her before pulling all the way out and doing it all over again. Each time she pushed back against me, meeting me thrust for thrust, syncing up in a rhythm that drove us both wild with need.
I gripped her hips, taking full control, moving her back and forth as I pumped my cock inside her, feeling every glorious inch of her heat without any barrier between us.
Luna was heaven, pure fucking heaven.
I stepped back, yanking her with me until she bent slightly against the shower wall. She whimpered at the new position, her pussy clamping around my dick in the best fucking way.
And then she let one hand fall from the wall, reaching behind to try and grab my hand.
I lightly spanked her ass, and she moaned from the contact, a flood of warmth slicking my cock as I thrust inside her. “What did I say about that wall?”
Her hand flew back to the wall, and I pulled my cock out of her, gliding it through her wetness and teasing it against her clit until she writhed against me, desperate for release. The warm water was starting to turn cool as it splashed against our skin, only adding to the sensations as I plunged back inside her again.
I pumped into her heat, my release coiling at the base of my spine, but I managed to hold it at bay. No way was I coming without her—
She took her hand away from the wall again, reaching behind to grip my bicep.
I lightly smacked her ass again.
“God, yes,” she moaned, and I swear I saw fucking stars.
“Oh, so you want to be my bad girl, do you?” I teased, pumping into her in a hard, punishing way. “Is that it?”
“Yes, yes, yes,” she said, the sounds of our sex filling the shower with how hard we were going now.
I tangled my hand in her hair, fisting it until she had to stand up a bit straighter, her back pressing against my chest as I continued to fuck her. She reached up, wrapping her arms around my neck, giving me a full view of her glorious body as she tilted her head up and back to meet my eyes.
Fuck.
I was such a goner for her.
One look.
She owned me with one fucking look.
I slanted my mouth over hers, releasing her hair and plunging my hand between her thighs, rolling my fingers over her clit while I thrust into her.
She moaned into my mouth, her pussy rippling around my cock as she came, her orgasm tearing through her and yanking mine out too. I spilled inside her, our bodies convulsing in sync as we crashed over the edge together.
I slipped out of her, spinning her in my arms as I gently cleaned us both up, then shut off the water and wrapped her in a towel as we stepped out.
She shivered, her lips swollen from my kiss and her eyes glazed with lust.
“Can you walk?” I asked after we were dried off.
“I think so,” she said.
I smirked at her. “Then I still have work to do.”
CHAPTER 11
Luna
“You finished it?” Zoe asked, her tone pitching with excitement as I held my phone to my ear.
I looked over the array of sketches I had strewn about all over our room, then at my opened laptop on the table across it. My website was fully designed, right down to an itemized shop for the pieces I already had in stock at my shop, and a whole section of my designs for pre-order. I was ready to hit publish, but I hadn’t yet.
“I did,” I finally answered her.
“Oh my gosh, I’m so pumped for you! I can’t wait until you’re home so we can celebrate.”
I smiled, taking a seat at the table. Brad was at another function with Ezra, Ava, and their employees, continuing to get to know them while I’d utilized the time to put the finishing details on everything for my line.
“I haven’t hit publish yet,” I said.
“When are you going to?”
“I’m not sure,” I admitted. “We still have eight days left at the retreat, so it’s not like I could fulfil any of the preorders until then. If I get any.”
“You’ll get orders,” she said confidently. God, I loved my friends. “Speaking of the retreat,” she said, her voice going into full-gossip mode. “How are things going? You’ve been awfully quiet on the group text, no matter how many of us keep pestering you for details.”
A flush raked my body, sending a warm tingle all the way down to my toes. If I was being honest, the last few days had been some of the best in my life, and not just because Brad was handing out orgasms like they were M&Ms. It was the role we were playing—a happy, healthy couple who went to fun functions and parties together, who relaxed and reminisced in bed together, who laughed together so much it made our sides hurt. A couple who couldn’t keep their hands off each other.