Total pages in book: 12
Estimated words: 11816 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 59(@200wpm)___ 47(@250wpm)___ 39(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 11816 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 59(@200wpm)___ 47(@250wpm)___ 39(@300wpm)
“Paxton? Are you awake?”
Light snores were my only answer as I tiptoed deeper into the room. It was late, around two in the morning, I think, so it was no surprise that Paxton was asleep. He was a late-to-bed, early-to-rise kind of person, preferring to make the most of each day.
I admired that about him, and as I kicked off my shoes and shed my clothes, I recalled all the other things that made me fall for him.
Perhaps Fel was right, and I was giving up too easily.
Or maybe I was just horny and willing to lie to myself—a natural side effect of the alcohol I’d consumed and the three months I’d gone without.
I climbed into bed once I was down to my panties and bra and curled against Paxton’s hard side. Running my fingers down his abs, which felt harder than I remembered, I slipped my hand inside his shorts and boxers and felt the moment he awakened.
Looking up, I found blue eyes watching me through the dark, and I offered him a lascivious smile.
“What do you say we make up?” I suggested in my best siren voice. It took a lot not to slur my words and give away just how drunk I was. I knew Paxton would be turned off and spend the night scolding me instead.
Paxton didn’t respond, but he didn’t stop me either as I wrapped my hand around his cock and began stroking him. After a full minute and only getting a semi-hard cock for my efforts, I pouted.
“Baby, I know you’re mad at me, but I’m sorry for being a bad girl.”
At this point, I’d say anything to get some dick.
Those must have been the magic words because his dick suddenly swelled in my hand and was now hard enough to break a brick.
I just barely made out his hand as he reached for the waistband of his shorts and boxers, pulling them down enough to free his cock. It was now lying against his bare stomach, and if it wasn’t dark, I knew it would be all purple, veiny, and mouthwatering.
“Hop on it,” he urged when I simply gaped.
My pussy responded at the invitation, and I thought about giving him head before deciding I couldn’t wait. Instead, I hurriedly straddled his waist before shoving my panties to the side. Something about this encounter had me hotter for sex than I’d been in years.
I whimpered the moment I felt his dick part my pussy lips. I rocked my hips, coating his length with my arousal as our breathing became heavy.
“Noelle,” he snapped when he grew tired of my teasing.
Like the good girl I promised I’d be, I positioned his head at my entrance before I began to sink onto him.
“Fuck.” He gasped at the feeling of my tight walls surrounding him. “Elle…”
I moaned.
He was definitely thicker.
I was only halfway down and fuller than I’d ever been when I stopped and chewed my lip. I decided it would have to do. I could feel his eyes on me and his hands roaming my body as I slowly raised and lowered my body.
The moment it started to feel good, I closed my eyes and threw my head back, getting lost in the pleasure. “Oh, Paxton.”
Suddenly, those gentle hands turned punishing when he gripped my waist and forced me down until he was completely buried within me. I let out a choked cry, and before I could even register the shock, he snapped through the dark, “Not Paxton.”
Um…what?
I was still in denial because it was clearly Paxton staring back at me, but then it suddenly dawned on me…
He’d called me Elle.
Paxton never called me Elle.
Only—
“Oh, my God!”
I scrambled to reach for the lamp switch on the nightstand. Once light flooded the room, I realized those were pale blue eyes staring back at me. The wrong blue eyes. Paxton’s were slightly darker.
“Nick? What the hell are you doing?”
“Come again?”
“What are you doing in our room?” I shouted.
“I’m not,” he snapped back. “This is my room.”
I looked around, wondering how I could have fucked up so monumentally. But, of course, Nick was the one who’d given me the wrong key, so the blame was partially his.
“I-I am so sorry. I didn’t mean—” I stopped talking when I realized he was still inside of me. Jesus. I rushed to lift off him when his hands quickly grabbed my waist, keeping me immobile. I gaped at Nick, speechless and utterly confused. “What are you doing?”
His answer was to lift me slowly, only to sink his length back inside of me.
The only sound was our moans as he reached the hilt, and we silently enjoyed the feeling of him throbbing inside of me.
Eventually, the guilt forced me to speak up. “We can’t, Nick.” I shook my head even though I made no move to stop him.