Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 67320 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 337(@200wpm)___ 269(@250wpm)___ 224(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67320 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 337(@200wpm)___ 269(@250wpm)___ 224(@300wpm)
My body, still quivering, was coated with sweat. My muscles ached from how I’d strained against the restraints. My cock, extra sensitive from the overwhelming orgasm I’d just had, still dripped. I felt too weak to move, but I wanted to scream my satisfaction from the hotel rooftop.
Everything in my world fell into place, and I felt fucking perfect. For the first time in my life, the pleasure was all mine…nobody’s but mine. For a guy who’d lived his life trying to please others, it felt damn good to be on the receiving end. Having admitted that, I’d do anything Landon asked right now. I wanted to give him something as good as he’d just given me.
I just didn’t have a clue how.
*****
Landon
He’d pushed all my buttons at the pool. I could lie and say that he hadn’t made me jealous, which I honestly thought had been his plan from the beginning, but that would be a huge lie, so I didn’t bother even allowing the thought to enter my head. I had been jealous. Did I have a right to be? Definitely not. Did that fact change how I felt? Not in the least. Trying to convince myself to back my shit down, I’d called Eli, hoping he’d say something that might change my mind and convince me not to do something stupid, but I’d simply ignored the fact that he’d told me Micah was straight. I’d pretty much ignored everything except my own lust.
In my defense, if there was one, I would have stopped the very second Micah said the words—it was exactly what I’d expected from him. Hadn’t I had the fuck surprised out of me when he’d been all on-board with damn near anything I did to him? The harder I’d pushed, the more magnificently he’d pushed back, daring me to give him everything.
I’d tied him up, knowing he’d cry wolf as soon as the first knot had been secured. Instead, he’d whimpered with desire. I’d teased him with soft kisses, and his heated flesh had suddenly been covered with goosebumps. I’d tasted him…and he’d exploded. I should have been satisfied with the fact I’d possessed the power to own him so totally but, instead, he’d only whetted my appetite and made me crave more. He’d tasted delicious. He moaned and whimpered even more deliciously. He’d been…perfect.
I was in so much damn trouble. When Samantha heard about this, unemployment could be added to my shit list. Samantha and unemployment didn’t scare me. The thoughts that the gorgeous model who I was supposed to be protecting had just stolen a piece of my heart scared the mother-fucking-shit out of me.
To make matters even worse, after I’d untied him and helped him off the table, he’d leaned into my arms to the point that I’d had no choice but to scoop him into my arms and carry him to the bedroom. His arms had wrapped around me like a leech…and I’d loved every second of it. Once in the bedroom, I’d gently placed him on the bed, stripped, and moved around to my side of the bed. On the other two nights, he or I had never even thought about crossing the imaginary line in the center of the bed. Tonight, though, as soon as I’d laid down, his body immediately snuggled against me. I smiled, thinking he reminded me of an octopus the way his arms and legs wrapped around me. Sound asleep, he hung to me like his life depended on the physical link between us.
As a single parent, I knew what it was like to be needed so damn badly, but this chemistry between Micah and I was something totally different. He needed me. I, apparently, needed him…much more than I could have ever imagined. The idea that there might actually be something developing between Micah and I should scare the shit out of me. I could lose my job. I could lose friends. Hell, I could even lose my son if Ari couldn’t bring himself to understand that regardless of the age difference between Micah and I, the connection was still there. It might be wrong in the eyes of many, but I’d never been one to give a fuck about what others thought about me.
The big question was—did Micah feel the same way? Did he feel the same connection I did? Could he face the possibility of losing a lucrative career because some people might not agree with the whole same-sex, age-gap between the two of us. From everything I’d read about him, modeling had been a part of his life since his birth. How fucking unfair would it be for me to even think about asking him to forfeit everything he knew and loved just for me?
He snuggled tighter against me and a sigh of contentment escaped his plump lips. Even in his sleep, he seemed to know what I needed.