Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 92140 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 461(@200wpm)___ 369(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92140 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 461(@200wpm)___ 369(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
“I’m right over there,” I said, gesturing at my SUV. “You get back inside before you’re soaked to the bone.”
“I’ll make sure it starts,” he said.
I gave him a grateful look, then hurried to my car, hopped in, and started the engine. After it revved up, I waved to Nelson and watched him hustle back toward the barn. Flipping on the wipers, I buckled my seatbelt and let the car warm up for a minute. The radio was off, so when my phone began to vibrate on the passenger seat, I heard it.
I picked it up and looked at the screen. The number was Zach’s.
I paused for half a second, then answered. “Hello?”
“I changed my mind.”
My heart skipped a beat. “About what?”
“I don’t want to be a good man tonight. I just want to be the one in your bed.”
I closed my eyes. Then I gave him my address.
I made it back to my house first, and I had just enough time to take a quick shower and throw on a robe before I heard his knock. I gave my throat a quick spritz of the perfume he liked, hurried down the stairs, and threw open the door.
“Hi,” I said, breathless at the sight of him. He’d changed out of his suit and wore dark jeans beneath his black wool coat. His hair was tousled from the wind and rain. “Come in, it’s cold out there.”
He stepped over the threshold and I pushed the door shut behind him. As soon as I turned around, he caged me against the door, his arms bracketing my shoulders. He leaned in close enough for me to feel his breath on my lips. “I shouldn’t be here.”
I shook my head. “No.”
“Tell me to leave.”
“No.”
“Then tell me you want me as badly as I want you.”
“I could.” I unbuttoned his coat and pushed it off his shoulders. “But I’d rather show you.”
CHAPTER 12
ZACH
“You took off your suit.” She pouted, making me want to bite that plump bottom lip.
“You liked the suit?”
“I liked the idea of taking it off you.” She pulled my shirt from my pants and ran her palm over my crotch, her lips curving into a smile when she found me hard.
“You thought about taking it off me?”
“Mmhm.” She rose up on tiptoe, putting her lips at my ear, and whispered, “You know what a bad girl I am around you.”
“What else did you think about?”
“This.” She unbuttoned my shirt and opened it, spreading her hands on my chest over the tight white cotton of my T-shirt. “This,” she went on, unbuckling my belt. “Thisssss,” she sighed, dragging my zipper down slowly. “And this.” She slipped her hand inside my boxer briefs, wrapping her fingers around my thickening erection.
“You didn’t get enough of my cock tonight?”
She shook her head. “I can’t ever seem to get enough of you.”
I braced an arm against the door behind her. “What a coincidence. That’s exactly how I feel about you.” Lowering my lips to hers, I stroked her tongue with mine. “I want the taste of your pussy in my mouth again.”
“You can have it—eventually.”
“Eventually?”
“Yes.” She knelt and shoved my jeans down so that my cock sprung free. Then she took it in her hand and brought the tip toward her mouth, softly brushing her lips over the sensitive crown. “But there’s something else I’ve been thinking about.”
“Yeah?” I wished there was a fucking light switch nearby. I was dying to watch my cock slide into that mouth. There was a light on upstairs, spilling down into the hallway, but Millie was in my shadow.
“Yeah.” She licked my shaft bottom to top, sweet and slow, as if she wanted to catch every drip. “I had no regrets when I left your hotel room that night,” she said, her breath a caress on my skin, “but I did wish I had more time.”
“To do what?” I wanted to hear her say the words.
She looked up at me, and even in shadow I saw the playful expression. “To get on my knees for you.”
I groaned as she swept her tongue in a circle around the tip, making every muscle in my lower body tighten with anticipation.
“To take you in my mouth.” She took the first couple inches of my dick between her lips and sucked, working her fist up and down my length in deliciously slow, firm strokes. “To make you come and taste it on my tongue.”
“That’s what you want?”
“That’s what I want.” She flicked her eyes to mine. “So give it to me.”
Instinctively, I began to move—careful thrusts that wouldn’t scare her or choke her, coaxing her to take me deeper. She moaned and obeyed my wordless command, sliding her mouth down my shaft and back up again. Her fingers moved to my balls, teasing, fondling, closing gently around them and tugging slightly and softly. Her other hand slid up my abdomen, her fingers wide and palm flat against my flexing muscles.