Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 78487 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 392(@200wpm)___ 314(@250wpm)___ 262(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78487 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 392(@200wpm)___ 314(@250wpm)___ 262(@300wpm)
His nostrils flare. “Someone tried mugging you?”
“Yes, he tried. But he didn’t count on my self-defense training or the three summers spent sparring with local boys in my uncle’s gym.”
“Are you okay?”
“I’m better than he is.”
Ares’ big hands curl into fists, and his breath leaves him with a ragged, harsh growl. “Where is he?”
“Changing his underwear. Put your hammer down, Thor, I took care of it.”
The muscle in his jaw ticks. “He will pay for putting his hands on you.”
“He already has?”
“What do you mean?”
“His face got up close and personal with the pavement.”
“How?”
“I introduced them. Face meet concrete. The concrete won.”
He looks surprised. “You did that?”
“Your tone implies I’m not capable of doing such a thing. Is that because I’m a woman?”
“It’s because you’re tiny.”
“To you, everyone is tiny.”
“You especially.”
“I’m strong… I’m also slightly offended.”
His temper eases. “I’ve seen you try to change a tire.”
“That was different. Maybe I was trying to get your attention.”
He raises an eyebrow. “Were you?”
I reach for his waistband, and my fingers walk across his warm ab muscles, making him flinch. “Did it work?”
He yanks me closer. “Oh, it worked.”
“Then what does it matter?”
He gazes down at me. “I don’t know if I should be scared or turned on.”
“Oh, you’re turned on. And maybe a little in love with me.” I rise on my tiptoes to kiss him. “But that’s because you’re a very smart man.”
I kiss him. A sweet, chaste kiss with a smile on my lips.
He takes hold of my chin, his tone serious. “You could’ve been hurt.”
“Are you kidding? I’m infallible.”
“No, you’re a sexy woman walking alone at night.” The back of his fingers whisper across my cheek. His gaze is warm, his expression less like he wants to burn down the world and more like I am the only thing he can see right now.
It makes me giddy and want to cry at the same time.
“I’m going to talk to Lacy… make sure you and the girls have escorts to their cars when they leave their shift.”
“Fine, if that makes you happy.”
I kiss him to stop him from talking.
And because the way he’s looking at me makes me nervous and happy all at once, and I’m not sure what to make of it.
It makes me kiss him rough and hard.
And he responds by groaning and kissing me just as rough and hard.
I pull back. “This is just sex, right?”
“Right.”
I smile. “Good. Because for a moment there, I thought you were going to get all sweet and mushy on me.”
His gaze is dark, and it smolders.
“I don’t do sweet. Now get on your knees,” he commands.
His voice is rough, a low growl that sends heat straight to my clit.
He unzips his jeans while I do as he says and sink to my knees so I am at eye level with his groin. He pulls out his cock. It’s so big it curves up toward his deeply carved abs.
He grasps it at the base. “Now, suck it.”
Again, I obey him, settling my lips over the wide, smooth head and gliding my tongue across the polished skin. I tease him and then draw him in deeper until he hits the back of my throat.
A tremor rolls through him, and he hisses in a rough breath. “That’s it, baby, just like that.”
I wrap my fingers around the thick girth and position myself so I can take him deeper. My tongue rims the sensitive skin beneath the hood, sending another shiver through him.
“Goddamn, you fuck good with your mouth.”
His big hands drag through my hair and clutch the roots, sending a delicious sting across my scalp and over my body. I groan with wicked pleasure, loving the pain with the pleasure of his cock in my mouth.
“You like that? You like me hurting you when you’re on your knees in front of me?” He grips tighter, and the sting intensifies, sending pebbles of pleasure rippling across my skin. “Is that what my little one wants?”
I groan in response, the throb between my thighs almost too much to bear.
I find the head of his cock again and rim it with my tongue, and he becomes putty in my hands. His knees weaken, his breath becomes ragged. It makes me feel in control, powerful, and it turns me on having him in my mouth. I can smell the intoxicating scent of his skin, and the ache tightens between my thighs. I’m so needy for his cock it would only take him touching me, and I would come.
He starts to fuck my mouth, his hips rocking, his balls tightening beneath my massaging hands.
“Goddammit, you feel good. That’s it… fuck me with that pretty little mouth.”
My grip on him tightens, and my hand increases speed with shallow, tight tugs, and he lets out an approving gasp. His head drops back, his lips part, and I know what’s about to happen.