Total pages in book: 111
Estimated words: 109640 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 548(@200wpm)___ 439(@250wpm)___ 365(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 109640 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 548(@200wpm)___ 439(@250wpm)___ 365(@300wpm)
She was so fucking gorgeous. Absolutely breathtaking.
And he was about to make her his.
For the next hour, anyway.
“You can call me whatever you fucking want when you’re coming.”
That sparkle in her eye changed and he braced for whatever would come out of her mouth next. “Anything?”
He cut her off at the pass. “Anything except Grandpa or Daddy. If you call me either of those, don’t expect to come because you’ll kill my fucking erection.”
“Not into that, are you?” One side of her mouth pulled up.
Not when I remember you at ten. Hell, I wouldn’t want to be called that even if I’d never met you before. Instead of saying that out loud, he answered with a safe and simple, “No.”
“Should I start a timer to make sure your erection doesn’t last more than four hours?”
He closed his eyes, shook his head, pulled a deep breath in through his nostrils and when he opened them, he turned and strode toward the bedroom door.
He wasn’t doing this. He was already regretting this whole thing and it hadn’t even happened yet.
Doing this—doing her—would be a mistake. Someone might end up dead.
And he’d end up in jail.
“Rumor has it that you’re the king of ball-busting. I guess the rumors are wrong, because if they were true, you wouldn’t have such thin skin.”
He stopped in the open doorway.
And stared straight ahead.
Keep going. Get the fuck out of here. Nothing good will come of this. Sex with her isn’t worth the issues it will cause. For you or the task force.
Someone only needed to tell his dick that.
“I figured you’d be covered in Teflon and be able to easily shake off whatever I served you.”
Normally, he was and he could. Why was he letting her get under his skin?
He spun around only to find her right behind him. Her bare feet on the carpet had been so damn quiet she had snuck up on him.
“Are you staying or going?”
Good fucking question. “Going… Fuck,” his brain responded. “Staying… Fuck!” his dick said.
“Holy shit. Did you forget your meds this morning?”
“Christ, Cami. You don’t know when to keep your fucking mouth shut, do you?”
“If I kept my mouth shut, I wouldn’t be where I am today.”
That statement went so much deeper than the words at the surface, but now was not the time to unpack it.
“I’ll ask again. Are you leaving or staying? Can you handle my mouth or are you not up to the challenge?”
“It shouldn’t even be a fucking challenge!” he yelled, then shook his head at his own irritation.
She smiled.
“Is this a fucking game for you?”
“Isn’t sex supposed to be fun?” She shrugged, making her breasts bounce and draw his attention. “Leave, if you don’t want this.”
“I wish I could,” he whispered.
“That means you’re staying.” With that, she dropped to her knees, catching him off guard and causing his head to jerk back.
“What are you—”
As she began unlacing his boots, he stood there and let her, like the stupid fuck he was.
He stared at the woman kneeling at his feet as she worked his boots free and peeled off his socks. While he did, his eyes followed the line of her spine, the outline of her heart-shaped ass.
He warred with himself. Stop her or let her keep going?
The moment his second foot was bare, he reached down and grabbed her hair, using it to pull her to her feet. Not caring one fucking iota how much it hurt. “How bad do you want me to fuck you?”
“How bad do you want me to fuck you?” she echoed, the challenge clear in her brown eyes.
This fucking woman…
She gasped when he jerked into motion, releasing the grip on her hair to grip her neck instead and swing her around. He pinned her against the nearest wall with both his chest and his hand on her throat. “You want it?”
“Fuck yes.” The gleam in her eyes substantiated she wasn’t lying. She wasn’t scared. She was eating this up.
Of fucking course. “You’re going to get it.”
Her words came out on a ragged breath. “About fucking time.”
Keeping their gazes locked, he reached into his back pocket and slipped out his wallet. After blindly finding the condom he kept tucked inside, he let the wallet fall to the floor, then tucked the wrapper between his teeth and reached for his belt.
The jingle of the buckle as he unfastened it could be heard over their rapid breathing. Using only one hand, he managed to unbutton and unzip his jeans, awkwardly pushing them, along with his boxer briefs, down far enough for his raging hard-on to spring free.
He didn’t have to look at his cock to know precum clung precariously to the tip.
The pulse in her throat raced under one hand as he used the other, along with his teeth, to tear open the wrapper. He let it fall on the floor to join his wallet and reached between them to roll the condom down his throbbing cock.