Wasted Love with You (Wasted Love #1) Read Online Whitney G

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Angst, Contemporary, Dark, Mafia, Romance, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: Wasted Love Series by Whitney G
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Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 48032 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 240(@200wpm)___ 192(@250wpm)___ 160(@300wpm)
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“Who were you planning to think about during this ‘personal matter?’” he asks.

I don’t feel the need to answer that. The truth is etched all over my face.

“Hmmmm.” He taps his finger against the power button. “Is the ink on your divorce papers dry yet?”

I shake my head.

“How unfortunate.” He looks disappointed. “Would you like me to help you handle it so you can move on to something better?”

Goosebumps spring up all over my arms.

Something about the way he just said ‘handle it’ lets me know that his method of choice won’t be a friendly mediation session.

“I don’t need help.” I manage. “But if I ever did, what do you stand to gain?”

“You.”

“You mean, if I were interested.”

“We’re far past that part, Autumn,” he says, stepping closer until he’s right in front of me. “We’re just playing another round in the waiting game, which is why I think you should let me help you handle this so-called ‘personal matter.’”

“What?” I suck in a breath as he flicks the toggle button between high and low before handing it to me. “Why?”

“Because all this waiting is unbearable, and this is the closest I can get to having you until the ink is dry. I’ve tortured myself thinking about the things I want to do you at night,” he says, continuing, “And I’m confident you’ve done the same.”

I don’t refute his facts.

“If I’m wrong, tell me to leave and I will.”

I stand still, utterly speechless.

“Will you let me watch you?” He says it like a statement instead of a question. “Yes or no?”

Yes… I can’t force the word to fall from my lips, but I don’t make him wait for it.

I slowly step backward until my legs touch the sofa cushion. Then I plop down and slowly push up my dress, opening my legs wide enough to give him a front view of the dark green lace.

He sits across from me on the chaise, looking far sexier at this moment than he ever has in my fantasies.

“Push your panties to the side,” he commands.

I oblige and slide a hand between my thighs, exposing myself to him.

He looks as if he’s tempted to break his level of restraint, but he doesn’t make a move.

He just watches.

I rub the pad of my thumb against my soaking wet slit—slowly teasing the opening while watching his eyes follow my fingertips.

Pressing the top of the vibrator against my clit, I take a deep breath under his deep blue gaze and turn the vibrator on its lowest setting.

“Are you planning to tell me what’s going through your mind when you think about fucking me?” he asks.

“No, I thought—” My breathing slows as he presses his thumb against the end of the vibrator, turning the speed up a notch. “You want details?”

“Of course I do.” He smiles. “How else will I know that you’re really thinking about me right now?”

“You can just take my word for it.”

“Or you can just tell me.”

I swallow as the vibrator hums at a faster rhythm against my clit.

I’ve never used this setting.

I’ve always kept it low. And controlled.

“You’re—” I struggle to adjust to the change. “You’re currently pushing me against the kitchen counter.”

“No, I’m not,” he says. “I told you that you’ll be under me whenever we get to that point.”

“Okay, I’m under you, on this couch…”

“Good girl,” he says. “Much better position for you to take all of me. What else?”

“You’re starting to kiss your way down from my neck to my stomach, then down to my clit.”

“No, I’ll definitely kiss your pussy first.”

I blush at the sight of him not-so-subtly licking his bottom lip.

“Keep talking,” he says. “I’m still listening.”

“I—” I pause as he moves forward to brush strands of hair away from my forehead. “I’ve never done this with someone watching before.”

“Something tells me that you haven’t done a lot of things.” He stares into my eyes. “Would you like me to show them to you when you’re mine?”

“Yes.” I moan as my clit swells against the vibrations, as he places his hand against my thigh and caresses my skin.

He doesn’t ask me to tell him anything else. Instead, he eyes me in utter fascination as I move closer and closer to the edge of an orgasm, as my pussy throbs against the wand.

“Ahhhh.” I cry out once the pressure becomes too much and I move it away, but he grips my wrist and keeps it pressed for pleasure.

Then he toggles the switch to the highest and most pleasurably tortuous setting.

“I want to see you come for me…” He leans forward, pressing his forehead against mine. His lips are so close that they could devour my mouth, but he resists stealing a taste.

“Can you let me see that?” His voice is hoarse and his palms continue to caress my thigh.

After only a few more moments, the juxtaposition of his dominant touch and the vibration against my clit are too overwhelming. They’re unlike anything I’ve ever experienced before.


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