Total pages in book: 125
Estimated words: 117201 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 586(@200wpm)___ 469(@250wpm)___ 391(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 117201 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 586(@200wpm)___ 469(@250wpm)___ 391(@300wpm)
His au pair appeared to be adorably scandalized. “Burgess.”
“Yeah? Say what you want.”
Two shallow breaths. “Right now, I just want you to kiss me again.”
This time, when he claimed her mouth, he was growling, a sense of victory spearing him in the dead center of his chest. He hadn’t felt this sense of purpose in such a long fucking time, like he had something worth winning right within his reach, and he packed intention into the kiss, using her fisted hair to tilt her left, coming at her like a starving man, keeping it up until she started to shift around restlessly between him and the counter. “What else do you want?” he said against her swollen mouth. “Do you want to see me tonight?”
“Yes.”
Thank God. The organ in his chest boomed wildly. “You want to come to my room again and call it a massage? Just see what happens?”
She was nodding, gratitude softening her features. “Yes.”
“Then that’s what you’re going to get.”
“Maybe I’ll let you massage me this time,” she whispered, winding her arms around his neck and very lightly dragging her tongue along the seam of his mouth. “You won’t be too rough with me, will you, Sir Savage?”
Son of a—
Heat ransacked his lower body, his hands moving of their own accord, boosting her up so he could pin her to the cabinets, her bare legs wrapping around his hips like silk. Tightening. Taking two handfuls of sweet ass, he thrust up between her legs with a grunt, instantly obsessed with the way her eyes glazed over with need. Excitement. “Gentler? Or rougher?” he asked, massaging that beautiful backside. “Just in case I need to know for later.”
Oh, she liked that. Appreciated the lack of firm planning. The lack of pressure. The spontaneity didn’t suit him, but the increasing welcome of her body, the euphoria that painted itself on her face when he didn’t demand answers? That sure as shit suited him, so they would play this game as long as necessary. “Rougher, gorgeous?”
“Yes.”
Burgess pumped again, harder this time, though he was still tempering his strength, and her nails dug into the back of his neck, a shudder going through both of them. At the top of that drive, he ground himself against her warm pussy, remembering everything he’d learned about it last night. How soft and tight it was. How wet it got from blowing him. “Rougher?” he rasped.
Her nod was vigorous. “Stop holding back.”
“Ahh. I’ll always have to hold back a little, Tallulah. I’m a beast, remember?” His grip turned bruising on her ass, his next thrust causing her ass to pound loudly into the cabinets. “But how’s that?”
“Good. Oh my God, so good. So good.”
Burgess groaned, burying his face in her neck and drove upward several more times, humping her through their clothes, the sound of her hitched whimpers like music to his ears. “If I didn’t have a postgame meeting this morning, I would spend the day like this. Throwing you up against every wall in this apartment and fucking you through your panties until you say you’re ready for me to rip them off.” He raked his tongue up the side of her neck. “Goddamn, you sucked me off so good last night. I can still feel your mouth working my dick.”
Her nails sank deeper into the meat of his neck, her thighs starting to quiver around his hips. “Please. A l-little more. A little more.”
“You want to come?”
She bit her lip and said something unintelligible that he interpreted as a yes. Her moisture was beginning to dampen the crotch of his sweatpants, her breaths turning stuttered and erratic. Close. “Tell me you still taste my come in your throat and I’ll finish you off.”
Tallulah’s moan filled the apartment. “I still taste you in my throat.”
Lust socked him in the gut. “Good girl.”
All it took was three more flexes of his hips to make her eyes glaze over, a violent shiver coursing through her body, her thighs squeezing around him so tight, so tight, like she wanted to close them completely to combat the pleasure, but couldn’t because he was blocking the action and now nothing could defend her from the twist of bliss, so she let it pummel her. He watched all that play out on her incredible face, looking right into her eyes, more connected to her than he’d ever been to anyone else in his life.
When her trembles started to lose tension, he turned her sideways and scooped her up against his chest, carrying her through the apartment to his bedroom where he laid her down in the messy sheets. After a moment of thought, he strode to the guest bedroom—hard dick and everything—to retrieve the balled-up sweatshirt she used as a pillow, bringing it in to her, making a gruff sound so she would lift her head, allowing him to slide it under.