Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 105850 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 529(@200wpm)___ 423(@250wpm)___ 353(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 105850 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 529(@200wpm)___ 423(@250wpm)___ 353(@300wpm)
Chloe stilled with her mouth open, almost as if she’d frozen right before she was about to say something.
“Who’s the bigger pervert here, Chlo?”
She pressed her lips into a thin line. “I told you, that was all an accident.”
“Interesting.” I put my cup down on my bedside table and shifted on the bed, leaning over her and flattening my hand on the other side of her hips. “I’m fascinated how you accidentally put your hand between your legs and accidentally made yourself come while thinking of me.”
“It must have been a reflex.”
“So, you think of me and reflexively masturbate? That’s a new one.”
She pressed her hands to her cheeks. “It’s too early for you to be running your dirty mouth this way.”
Ah. She wished.
“If only my cock agreed with you,” I said dryly, quickly leaning in and brushing a kiss over her flushed cheek. “And your initial argument was that the entire situation was a series of coincidences, not an accident.”
“I usually appreciate your fantastic memory, but right about now, I’d like to hit you so hard that you’d forget the last forty-eight hours,” she grumbled, shuffling to the edge of the bed to grab her coffee from the bedside table. “I’m beginning to regret telling you we can’t just forget this ever happened.”
“You’re the one who said you wanted it to happen again.” I took her coffee from her hand and set it down, then curled my fingers around the back of her neck, dipping my chin until my lips brushed her jaw. “Or have you already forgotten that?”
“I—” She inhaled sharply. “What are you doing?”
“Reminding you.” I sealed my lips over hers. My cock throbbed the moment she parted her lips and made the first move with her tongue, and I drew her closer, welcoming her assertiveness.
I fucking loved how confident she was. She hadn’t been shy at all last night, and right now, she was the one pushing me over the edge.
Her nails grazed my shoulders, and a tiny moan escaped her when the covers fell, and her nipples brushed against my chest. Every little sound she made was an aphrodisiac for me. Every single moan and whimper stoked a fire within me that I feared would never burn out, such was my desire for this woman.
I wanted to wrap her up and hide her away somewhere only we could be. I wanted to explore every inch of her body until I knew what touch made her feel what way, until I knew what feeling made her make each and every one of those dangerously seductive moans.
But only if she wanted it.
“Chloe.” I trailed my fingers down her chest towards her breasts. “Can I?”
She rested one hand on the side of my neck. “Are you going to ask every time?”
“Yes.”
“You’re such a respectful pain the arse.” She reached between us, and I jerked my hips as her fingertips brushed against my cock. “Take off your boxers.”
Fuck. “You take them off.”
“Gladly.” She grabbed the waistband and yanked them down, freeing my cock. Her lips collided with mine at the same moment she wrapped her fingers around my dick and touched it.
“Haa. Fuck, Chloe.” I tugged the covers away from her body fully and kissed down to her breasts. I ran my tongue over her perked nipples, closing my eyes as the warmth from the softness of her fingers stroking my cock spread through my body.
This woman was going to kill me.
She parted her legs, and I slipped my hand between her thighs. She was already wet, and she whimpered into my mouth as I teased her clit. Her fingers twitched around my cock as I eased one of mine inside her. She instantly clenched around me, angling her hips so I could push deeper, and I withdrew my finger from her wetness, only to push two back inside.
“Look how wet your pussy is, Chloe,” I said, then nibbled her earlobe. “You really did want to fuck again, didn’t you?”
She gasped, rolling her thumb over the head of my cock. “Stupid dirty mouth this early in the morning.”
I groaned as her thumb spread a hint of wetness over the head of my cock. “Then you shouldn’t have gotten me all worked up like this.” I flicked my tongue against her lips. “You should take responsibility and do something about it.”
She tilted her head back as a moan escaped her lips. “And how should I do that?”
“Funny you should ask that.” I pulled back from her and sat against the headboard, then patted my thighs. “Let me see how pretty you’ll look sitting on my dick.”
Her cheeks were already flushed, but they seemed to pinken slightly, and she dragged her lower lip between her teeth. She glanced down at my cock and said, “Where are the condoms?”
I opened the drawer of my bedside cabinet and pulled them out. She snatched the box from me and tore one off the strip before throwing the box to the side and ripping the packet open.