Total pages in book: 210
Estimated words: 203847 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1019(@200wpm)___ 815(@250wpm)___ 679(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 203847 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1019(@200wpm)___ 815(@250wpm)___ 679(@300wpm)
I return his smile and drop the sponge when the sting has gone.
“Better,” he murmurs over the thunder of the water, turning and pressing me against the cold wall.
The chill of the ceramic against my hot wet skin sends a jolt through me. His hands slide down my body and he kisses my neck, sucking lightly on my pulse point. I wrap my arms around his neck as he lifts me.
His cock nestles against my center, the hardness teasing my clit into a dull throb. I drop my hand between us and position his head against me. He pushes up into me, the lingering wetness from my orgasm giving him easy entrance.
He holds me tightly as he fucks me once more. The slickness of sweat and water on our bodies makes our skin slick together. I’m still tender so I know it won’t be long until I release again, until my body convulses and contracts around him.
It hits sooner than I thought. He nips my neck and I cry loudly into his ear as the second orgasm overcomes me. He moves until he reaches his own release and groans into my shoulder.
He holds me against the wall, our chests rising and falling in tandem, for a minute. I take a deep breath and push at his shoulders. My skin is on fire from both the orgasm and his touch.
He has the kind of touch a girl could get used to. One that sends both buzzes and lightning bolts across your skin, igniting pleasure and desire with just a light brush of his fingertips.
And that means I have to get out of here… now.
My stranger releases me and I step around him. I push open the door and step out the shower, reaching for a fluffy towel on the rail attached to the wall. My legs are trembling but that doesn’t stop my run out of the bathroom.
I dry myself off harshly. The towel burns my skin with the pressure, and I pull on my wet panties and retrieve my bra from the bed. I clasp it and squeeze my hair with the towel as I search for my dress. I find it on the floor at the other side of the bed and snatch it up. I tug it over my head.
My wet hair sticks to my face but I push it away. My shoes are lying by the sofa. I don’t remember them coming off at any point, but they’re there. I shove my feet inside them and grab my purse.
The shower is still running, but I pull the door open without a second glance. I leave it to close behind me and escape into the safety of the elevator, away from the man with the sexiest voice I’ve heard in a long time.
Away from the man whose touched closer to my addiction than anyone has in a long time.
I pull a hair tie from my purse and pull my hair into a scruffy bun at the top of my head. In the lobby, I walk through without the receptionists looking up.
My heart is pounding, my body still coming down from three orgasms in quick succession, but I pay it no mind as I climb into a taxi waiting outside.
I don’t give a crap who it belongs to. Just that it’s there and it’s going to get me away from here.
I lean back in the seat as the driver pulls away and blow out a long breath.
Love addictions aren’t easy. It’s more than just the feeling of being in love. It’s everything that goes along with it, and I can’t help but want it all. It’s a constant war because I know the dangers of the addiction, what it can drive you to.
I know how it can hurt.
I pinch the bridge of my nose with my thumb and finger and count myself lucky I never got his name. I count myself lucky he never got mine.
One look at him and you know he has money—the kind of money that means you could track anyone down if you felt so inclined.
Just like we were when we met two hours ago, we are strangers, brought together by a wild attraction. The only thing that’s changed is our knowledge of the other’s body.
And now I never have to see him again.
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