Total pages in book: 169
Estimated words: 167671 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 838(@200wpm)___ 671(@250wpm)___ 559(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 167671 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 838(@200wpm)___ 671(@250wpm)___ 559(@300wpm)
My hands move down his chest as he pushes my legs apart with his body, curling up the fabric of my dress. I slide my hands inside his pants until he gasps and moans at the same time when I grasp his dick. He’s already hard in my hands, and something about that makes me feel so damn good that I start jerking him off.
His lips claim mine with a ferocity he’s not yet shown before as he plops me down on the desk and fumbles at my dress in an attempt to get the zipper on my back down. When the zipper is finally released, he tears down my dress in one go and pulls off my panties, all while never taking his lips off mine.
His tongue rolls around mine as his fingers slip between my legs and coax out the wetness by rubbing me. He moans into my mouth when I rub him just as feverishly.
“You gotta stop me,” he murmurs between kissing me. “I can’t hold back.”
“You want me, don’t you?” I ask.
He nods, licking my top lip. “More than anything.”
His breath falters in his throat when I squeeze his shaft and then release him. “Then fuck me.”
He immediately grips my thighs, lifts my legs, and rips down his pants, ready to go.
CLAP! CLAP! CLAP!
Max abruptly stops, and we both turn our heads toward the sound, which came from what I thought was a bathroom door. But it turns out it opens into another bedroom instead, and the door just got slammed into the wood. A guy with a white mask on his face leans against the door opening, the tattoos and those familiar black tunnels in his earlobes immediately giving away who it is.
Heath Preston.
“Beautiful. Just fucking perfect.” Heath’s voice booms through the room.
“Heath?” Max mutters, swiftly pulling away from me.
“I’m impressed you managed to stop her from robbing them,” Heath says, still leaning against the doorjamb. “Or maybe she’s just distracting you so she can continue after she’s tied you up.”
“What?” Max says. “No. Of course not.”
I feel exposed and embarrassed because Heath’s eyes glide over my body like he’s savoring a meal he’s yet to consume.
“That’s not—What are you doing here?” I sneer, trying to compose myself as I get off the desk and pull my dress back up into place even though it won’t stay and keeps falling off my shoulders.
Heath tilts his head, his thumb brushing across his lip. “Oh, don’t stop because of me.”
“What do you want?” I ask. “Or did you just come here to humiliate me further?”
“No,” he responds, dark eyes darting to Max. “I saw him and wanted to confirm my suspicions.”
My eyes narrow. “Of what?”
“You, sneaking around to steal …” I swallow. “Him, still trying to profess his love to you after everything we’ve done.” He makes a tsk sound and shakes his head. “I’m disappointed in you, Max.”
Max pulls his pants back up, but they barely fit over his hard-on.
Heath pushes himself off the wood and casually walks to the couch to the right of us, flopping down with his legs spread open wide.
“Well, go on then … continue whatever you were starting there,” he says.
I frown. “Have you gone insane?”
A wicked smile spreads on his lips, and he chuckles. “Maybe I have … finally.”
I roll my eyes and push Max away. “I can’t do this.”
But the second I head for the door, a certain clicking noise stops me in my tracks.
“Don’t even think about it.”
“Heath, no!” Max yells, anger distorting his face.
My eyes connect with the barrel of a gun.
“You want to shoot me?” I seethe.
But instead of pointing it at me, Heath points it at Max. “Do you want me to shoot him instead?”
I immediately step in front of Max to protect him. “Fucking try, I dare you.”
Heath snorts. “So courageous, defending your boyfriend. It’s cute.”
“He’s not my boyf—”
“Then what is he if not the boy you just kissed like you were madly in love and wanted to fuck his brains out?” He pauses before adding, “You love him.”
A blush creeps onto my cheeks.
“You … do?” Max mutters behind me.
Heath snorts, contempt dancing in his eyes. “It’s obvious, and I feel so stupid not to have noticed it sooner that he wasn’t the only one falling.”
Max’s fingers find mine in the dark, and I swallow back the nerves.
“Why do you even care?” I ask.
He frowns and places the gun down on the couch armrest. “Why do I care?” he repeats, leaning forward while gripping the armrests. “Because you stole something from me that wasn’t yours to take.”
My teeth grind together. “I’m already paying for that dearly.”
“No,” he says through gritted teeth.
What is he talking about? I already gave them my body in exchange for the money I stole. What more could he want?
“You two want each other so badly? Then have at it.” He looks Max dead in the eyes. “Kiss. Her.”