Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 86596 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 433(@200wpm)___ 346(@250wpm)___ 289(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86596 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 433(@200wpm)___ 346(@250wpm)___ 289(@300wpm)
“If there’s one thing I learned in the past few years, it’s that men love to gossip as much as women do.”
It takes me a split second to realize Molly is within grabbing distance. Dressed casually in a pair of black bike shorts and a gray crew neck sweatshirt, she’s barefoot and adorable, her scent from last night imprinted on my brain.
I pull her toward me, hands gripping her around the waist. We both fall onto the mattress, Molly laughing and trying to get away, shoving at me until I’ve landed on my back.
“Oh no, you don’t,” she says, climbing on top, hands on my shoulders pinning me down. “Do you think you’re bad and tough?”
“No, I was just trying to flirt with you. Apparently, I suck at it.”
“Oh. I thought you wanted to wrestle. I could definitely kick your ass if you wanted to.”
I have no interest in wrestling her, but I’m not going to push her out of bed now that she’s on top of me holding me down.
“What are you going to do now?” I taunt her. “Seems as if you’ve gotten yourself into a pickle.”
“A pickle?” She laughs. “What are you, seventy? No one says ‘gotten yourself into a pickle’ anymore, you goon.”
“I do. I’m an old soul.”
I lie contently, putting my hands behind my head and watching her. I find it interesting that she hasn’t climbed off despite her earlier protests.
She leans in, whispering in my ear. “Do you like it on the bottom?”
Yes. Sure. Yeah.
I nod, not speaking.
“Hmm.” She hums. “I didn’t think we planned on fooling around today before we headed out.” Molly glances over her shoulder. “Check out is soon, isn’t it?”
It is. We had breakfast already and were going to toss our things in the car before walking around the property again to see the animals and, well, be one with nature.
I nod again.
“Can’t have anyone walking in on us, can we? How embarrassing would that be?”
Really embarrassing.
Story like that could end up in the media: HIGH PROFILE SPORTS AGENT ELIAS COHEN CAUGHT IN COMPROMISING POSITION WITH MYSTERY WOMAN.
“On the other hand…” she wavers. “I bet I could make it quick.”
“Make what quick?”
Molly raises a brow, still sitting on my pelvis, still pinning me down.
Slowly, she begins a descent down my body the same way I had done on hers last night, the only difference today is that the room is full of light. There isn’t a single inch of her that I cannot see.
Leisurely, she sneaks a hand between our bodies and unbuttons the button on the front of my shorts, pulling down the zipper, and pushing her hand inside.
My breath hitches.
Pulse quickens.
It’s that same feeling I had when Libby Stoughton gave me a hand job during a movie back in eleventh grade. I thought for sure we were going to get caught and that my parents were going to find out and punish me.
I can’t keep my eyes off the door or the windows, ears listening for the telltale sound of someone ascending the wooden stairs.
My dick hardens, excited.
Palms a bit sweaty, and if I’m being honest, it’s a thrilling risk not knowing if housekeeping is on its way.
Shorts.
Boxers.
Molly has her hands up my shirt, grazing my stomach, before venturing back into the front of my bottoms, palm gripping my dick. Gently enough but firm enough that I moan.
Slowly up.
Slowly down.
Head bent, she takes me in her hot mouth, and I hiss out a gasp, wanting to plunge my hands into her long wavy hair. She hadn’t gotten around to putting it in a ponytail yet, and I take advantage by weaving my fingers into the silky strands, moving it aside so I can watch her sucking me off.
Is there a sexier sight?
With her mouth, she sucks; with her hand, she moves up and down, up and down as the tip of my cock hits the back of her throat. My fingers clench, resisting the urge to work her head farther down, wanting to take control but not in control at all.
She hums.
Moans.
I know it’s for effect, and it’s working.
I get harder.
“Oh fuck.”
It’s been so long since anyone has sucked my dick. Laura never would. Said she was too pretty, and besides, it would mess up her filler and Botox, and she didn’t want more lines around her mouth.
Molly has no such hang-ups, going to town on my dick like it’s her job until my balls tighten.
She palms them in one hand, tickling at the base with a fingernail, and I wonder where she learned that move.
Don’t neglect the balls…
I want to come, and it’s only been a few minutes. Then again, it’s only been a few minutes, and I don’t want to look like a pussy by coming too soon.
But.
Someone might see us.
Fuck, that might be hot…
Housekeeping might not think so, asshole. You don’t want to be kicked out of the place for exhibition-style boning.