Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 92474 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 462(@200wpm)___ 370(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92474 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 462(@200wpm)___ 370(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
He lifted her in, doing up her belt before closing the door.
It probably shouldn’t feel this good, being taken care of like this. But it did. It really did.
Starting up the truck, he didn’t use the backing cameras. Instead, he placed his arm over the back of her seat and turned to back out.
His scent drifted over to her. It was subtle and delicious. She breathed him in as he turned around and put the truck into drive.
“Are you sniffing me, little bit?” he asked in that low voice.
“Uh, well, um, maybe?”
“Like what you can smell?” His free hand moved back to her thigh. He had a thing about putting his hand on her leg. And she was absolutely into it.
She relaxed into her seat. “Oh, yes, you smell edible.”
“You want to eat me, huh?” His fingers slid between her legs. She parted them slightly, and he ran his fingers up and down the seam of her pants, right over her pussy lips.
What she wouldn’t do to feel him touching her bare pussy.
“Maybe.”
“Just a maybe?”
“All right, more than maybe. Yes, I want to eat you.” Her gaze drifted to his crotch. Was his dick as big as the rest of him?
Holy. Heck.
How do I prepare for that?
He rubbed his fingers back and forth over her pussy. And her heart started racing. She wanted more. Needed to feel him touching her clit.
“I need a bigger vibrator,” she muttered.
“What?” he asked.
“What?” she repeated. Because she was absolutely going to pretend she hadn’t just said that.
How embarrassing.
How could she have said that out loud?
She needed a muzzle or something. Dear Lord, she hoped he hadn’t heard that. Or if he had heard it that he’d pretend otherwise.
“You just said that you were going to need a bigger vibrator.”
“No, you must have heard me wrong. I said that I needed a bigger refrigerator.” She winced. Right, because they sounded so alike.
She was an idiot. A complete and utter idiot.
“A woman approached me in the toilet. She thought you were abusing me and offered to help me leave you,” she blurted out, hoping to distract him from her plans to buy a giant vibrator so she could get ready for his cock. Unless he didn’t have a big cock. Just because he was oversized didn’t mean all of him was.
“You’re staring at my cock again, baby.”
“What? No, I’m not. You have dick on the mind.” She was so hot she was certain she could fry eggs on her cheeks. How had this conversation gone so wrong?
“Do I?” he murmured. “What woman approached you?”
“Don’t be mad,” she said quickly as he started driving in the direction of the bakery.
“I’m not mad.”
“She was only trying to help. It wasn’t that she looked at you and thought you looked nasty or like someone who would hit a woman. It was because of my eye.”
“Baby, I’m not mad at her or you. I’m just trying to understand what happened.”
“Oh, good. I didn’t want you to feel bad about yourself.”
“I don’t feel bad about myself. Is your car parked behind the bakery?”
“Ahh, no. It’s at a parking lot about a block away.” Sadness filled her. She wasn’t ready for the night to end.
“You don’t park behind the bakery?” he asked. “Don’t you arrive early in the morning? When it’s dark?”
“Uh, yes. But I keep those parking spaces free for customers. Some of them aren’t very mobile.”
He kept moving his fingers back and forth over her pussy. Why did she wear pants? If she’d been wearing a skirt, she’d be able to feel so much more.
“I’m going to drive you home.”
“W-what?” she asked.
“I don’t want you driving home in this condition.”
“What condition? You mean because I’m really, really turned on right now?”
She groaned.
Did I just blurt that out? What’s wrong with me?
“Yes, that’s what I mean. Plus, I need to give you your reward, and I don’t want to do it in my truck. Not this first time.”
Oh, Lord. She was hoping that by reward he meant an orgasm. Because she was going to be really disappointed if it was a cupcake.
Not that cupcakes weren’t good. She liked cupcakes. But she could have them anytime.
An orgasm that she didn’t give herself . . . an orgasm from a really sexy guy . . . those were much scarcer in supply.
“Gracen? Can I drive you home?”
“Y-yes. I can . . . I can get my car tomorrow.” She’d bus in or something. She couldn’t think right now.
“Good girl. Widen your legs as far as they’ll go. That’s it. Now, tell me about the woman.”
“I don’t . . . why does it matter?”
“I’m interested. She just approached you in the bathroom?”
“Yeah, she saw my face and was concerned that you’d hurt me. Actually, I don’t think she believed me when I told her the truth of how this happened.”