Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 88115 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88115 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
But I didn’t see a way out of it, I struggled out of my pants and into the leggings. They were just as creamy and buttery as I had thought they would be, and I instantly felt like doing a cartwheel. Not that I ever could do a cartwheel, but that was beside the point.
“What do you think?” James asked from the other side of the door.
“They’re pretty nice,” I answered, crossing over and opening it for him. “Tadaa.”
“I like it,” he said, nodding appreciatively. “It looks comfortable.”
“Just comfortable?” I countered, giving him a mock-offended look. “They’re supposed to look effortless and sexy.”
He took a smooth step forward so that his chest was practically touching me. “I thought that went without saying.”
I figured I had two ways I could play this. I could step away and brush it off with a blush and a laugh then we would go about our day… or I could bounce that ball right back into his court.
I closed the distance between us, pressing my breasts against him -which was impressive considering my belly. “Well, maybe a girl wants to hear it once in a while.”
“In that case, you look like some sort of sexy, but slightly brash secret agent who puts a little too much care into their appearance for someone being incognito. You look like the kind of woman that would seduce me, just to find out my greatest weakness.”
“Oh, do I?” I went onto my tiptoes and pressed my lips against his, deciding to forget all about keeping our distance and indulge in all the desires pooling in my belly.
It was like a switch flipped inside of James and suddenly his mouth was devouring mine, heat rushing through my body. Our hands were all over each other, and the now familiar rise of lust between us was overflowing.
I pressed myself entirely into him, hoping he would pick me up or bend me over or any other number of positions, but instead he gently pushed me away. I looked up at him, concerned and confused, but he pointed to the chair behind me.
“Sit,” he ordered, firmly, but not rudely, and a thrill washed over me. But just when I was about to lower myself into the chair, he commanded, “Take the leggings off first.”
“Really?” I shot back. I didn’t know what it was about him being so masculine and in charge that made me want to saucily rebel, but it happened every time without fail. “You want me to take off my super sexy spy leggings that make me look like I want to seduce you for information?”
He took two single steps and then suddenly he was right in front of me, using that height and muscle to intimidate. “Yes.”
“Al…alright then.”
He gave me a bit of space and I went about doing what he asked, keeping my eyes on him the entire time. I tried to make a show of it, or as much of a show someone in my condition could make, slowly sliding it down my long legs and letting it pool on the floor. I went to hook my thumbs into my panties and pull them down too, but he stopped me.
“Leave them on.” I raised my eyebrow, surprised by his order, but he paid me no mind. “Sit down.”
I did, and he walked a few more steps back, looking me over like I was a good meal, and boy was I ready to be eaten.
“Spread your legs.”
I stared at him a moment, surprised by the direct order, but complied after a beat. I felt a bit exposed, vulnerable, but at the same time another thrill went through me.
“Good girl. Now touch yourself.”
“Wait, what?” A stupid response, I knew, but there was something so matter of fact about his order that it had shocked me clear out of left field. But then again, what had I been expecting? I felt the raw, animal attraction between the two of us ramp up the moment I kissed. How could I be surprised that the dominant man in front of me was indeed taking control?
So, I did as he said. My hand snaked around my stomach, fingers dancing just outside the light cotton of my underwear. I had never been so relieved that I hadn’t worn my torn up or worn out house panties, and I couldn’t help but wonder if I had chosen these subconsciously.
But that thought quickly died as my fingers slide further, causing a tickle of pleasure and excitement to lance up inside of me. I had never had sex somewhere so public, and even if we were in a separate room, the thought that a sales clerk could knock at any moment was making each and every move that much more impactful.
James neared me as I got more into it, his eyes locked on my center. My fingers were picking up in speed as the fabric covering me grew more and more slick, my body heating to the point where it felt like I might be on fire.