Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 76656 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76656 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
“Why?” I asked, and there was no mistaking the sudden breathlessness in my voice. Because he was still standing behind me. And my hand was still in his.
“Got my reasons,” he said.
“What reasons?” I asked.
But he didn’t answer that question.
“Ribs hurting?” he asked instead.
“Kind of,” I admitted.
“Got something for that,” he said.
Then, suddenly, his arm was around my waist, dragging me backward. Just a couple of feet. Pulling me into the small space that served as our pantry, and closing the door, secluding us in the tiny, dark space.
“What are you doing?” I asked, still breathless because I was pretty sure I knew what he was doing. Even before his hand shifted down from my waist, and his fingers started to work free the button and zipper to my jeans.
Suddenly, my entire body relaxed back into him, my head resting against his chest, breathing in his leather and spice scent, getting a little drunk off of it.
But then his fingers were sliding in my pants, in my panties, and sliding down my cleft.
I hadn’t been aware of how turned on I’d been just by his closeness until I felt his fingers move over me.
A low, rumbling sound escaped him at this discovery before his thumb was on my clit, working it in little back-and-forth movements that I swear made my legs feel like they were going to give out from the sweet torment.
It was already dark, but my eyelids fluttered closed, wanting to get fully absorbed in the sensations.
It wasn’t long before his fingers were drifting down as his thumb continued to work me, pausing to tap at the entrance to my body for a few long moments before finally slipping inside of me.
A low moan escaped me at the sensation and another of those little growls escaped Voss as my walls closed around his fingers.
But then his fingers were thrusting in and out of me, doing little twists, then, finally, turning, crooking, stroking over my top wall.
My little mewling sounds became whimpers, then moans that had Voss’s free hand slapping over my mouth, muffling the sounds as he drove me closer and closer to that edge, then shoved me mercilessly over.
I swear I damn near blacked out at the intensity of the orgasm as it crashed through me again and again.
Maybe a case could be made for my dry spell.
But I knew better.
I knew it was him.
“How’re those ribs?” Voss asked what felt like a lifetime later, but I seemed utterly incapable of moving my lazy limbs right then.
“I am currently not in possession of any bones,” I informed him, feeling the chuckle as it moved through his chest.
His hand slid out of my pants and panties, and I felt a gut-punch of desire once again as he lifted his hand and slipped his fingers into his mouth, tasting me.
If I thought my legs and ribs would have permitted it, I would have dropped to my knees right then and there. I wasn’t sure I’d ever been so keen to go down on a guy before, but then again, I’d never really met someone like Voss before either.
Then Voss was moving out from behind me, peeking out into the kitchen, then moving out when the coast was clear.
“Why the pantry?” I heard myself ask as we walked out into the hall.
“Because you got cameras all over this place,” he said, shrugging.
We did.
But I was kind of impressed that he not only knew that, but knew where they were. Some of the ones we had were obvious. Big, ugly globe cameras set up in the common areas. Just as a sort of warning to residents who thought they could get away with something, or lie to us about a disagreement or anything like that. We had more hidden ones in areas like the hallways, the kitchen, the big storage area in the garage.
We didn’t mention the whole fingering thing on the drive home. Or over dinner that Sully had made once again, a task that seemed mostly evenly distributed between Sully, Nave, and the takeaway menu drawer.
Just when it seemed like we might get some time alone to, you know, talk about it. Or maybe do more of it, the door flew open.
And there were the infamous princesses.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Sylvie
“And that’s my cue to leave,” Voss said, slapping his legs as he moved to stand. “Go easy on her. It was her first day back to work,” he said to the girls.
“We’re not here to torture her,” Vi said, rolling her eyes as she moved in.
“And we brought snacks,” Layna, the other woman I’d briefly met the night of my attack declared, holding up what looked to be pastry boxes.
“Fallon and Malc know you’re raiding the diner?” Voss asked with a smirk.
“Seeing as Holly was the one to give it all to us, yes,” Layna said, rolling her eyes.