Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 58947 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 295(@200wpm)___ 236(@250wpm)___ 196(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58947 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 295(@200wpm)___ 236(@250wpm)___ 196(@300wpm)
Within minutes, Naz’s footsteps are pounding up the stairs. Our bedroom door flings open, almost bouncing against the wall.
“You rang?” He kicks the door closed and prowls over to where I sit on the bed.
I roll my eyes and cross my arms under my breasts, pretending to be irritated but actually turned on by his bare chest, sinewy arms, massive shoulders, and the ridges of his eight-pack glistening with perspiration.
“It’s a shame I had to.” I mock-pout. “I thought you’d be here when I got home, ready to service me.”
He leans in, hovers over me, forcing me to lay back on the bed. His eyes scour my pink bra, crotchless panties, garters, and kitten heels.
“I’m at your service now.” He bends and leaves kisses along my throat.
I yelp, laughing when his sweat drips onto my chest. “You’re nasty. Go take a shower.”
“That’s a great idea.”
Before I have time to guess his intentions, he scoops me up and over his shoulder, walking toward the bathroom.
“No, you don’t.” I beat my fists against his broad back, laughing so hard I can hardly get the words out. “’Boy, if you—”
He slaps my ass, one arm behind my legs as I dangle over his shoulder. He uses his free hand to turn on the shower and walks us into the huge, tiled space under the spray. The shock of water makes me scream. When he sets me on my feet, I give up, letting the water soak my lingerie through.
“I bet you and Cliff would have been out there for another hour,” I say, reaching for the body wash to soap up his chest, “if I hadn’t called you in.”
“I think you mean if you hadn’t booty-called me in.” He chuckles when I punch his chest with one soapy fist. “Cliff went out to grab some food. Your poor brother is probably scarred imagining all the things I’m doing to his baby sister tonight.”
My hands slow in circles over his shoulder, wander down the corrugated muscles of his abdomen, and finally grip his dick with soap-slick palms. He bends until his lips rest right at my ear, whispering like it’s a secret.
“I’m going to fuck you.” He runs a finger between the cheeks of my ass, pressing one huge knuckle to the puckered entrance. “Here.”
For a second, I don’t respond, but shudder with the promise of something I enjoy so much with him. I slide my hand up and down his rigid length. “Your royal penis is clean, Your Highness.”
“Not for long.” He chuckles darkly, turning off the water. Standing in the shower, he unhooks the front closure of my fragile lace and silk bra, licking his lips when the straps slip down my arms and my breasts spill free. He tosses the bra to a corner of the shower.
“That’s very expensive,” I say, my voice hoarse, breathless. “Which you should know since you bought it. Don’t be so careless.”
“I won’t be careless,” he says, eyes riveted on my nipples hardening in the cool air after the water, “with you.”
He unclips the garters from my panties and rolls down the sheer hose that cling to my legs. Removing the kitten heels, he tosses them and the hose and garters into a pile with my bra. The crotchless panties are next, and he goes down on his knees, lifting the front panel to suck my clit between his lips. I press one hand to the wall, nearly stumbling my knees go so weak. I sink my fingers into his head, pressing him deeper into the V of my thighs. My hips are rocking into the leisurely suction of his mouth when he pulls away and shucks off his basketball shorts.
“Naz, don’t play with me,” I growl as he stands to his full height, towering, naked and wet.
“We got time.” Smiling, he takes my hand and leads me from the shower. He grabs a towel and dries me off, lingering on my breasts. Much more brusquely, he dries himself and walks back into the bedroom.
“Lie down,” he orders, nodding toward our bed. I hesitate just to test him, giggling when his brows lift and he tilts his head toward the bed again. “I said lie down, Kira.”
I settle onto the coolness of the sheets, my eyes fixed on the ceiling, and spread my legs. My heartbeat trips when cool air breezes across my heated flesh. He doesn’t come to me right away, doesn’t pounce on me with the urgency I’d half-expected since we haven’t had much time together lately. He’s taking his time—stretching out the anticipation. At the point when my nerves are drawn tight, he opens the drawer of the bedside table and pulls out a gold vibrator, one he bought for me a few weeks ago. I suck in a sharp breath and clench my hands at my sides.