Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 63335 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 317(@200wpm)___ 253(@250wpm)___ 211(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63335 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 317(@200wpm)___ 253(@250wpm)___ 211(@300wpm)
“I want to, though.” And I want to get back so I can make up for being a clueless fucking idiot. Of course, Cammie felt awkward and left out at that party. If I went to a LotR event I’m sure I’d feel like a total fish out of water. I want her to feel comfortable with my friends. And while I can’t rewind tonight, I can think of a few ways to remind her how good we are together, and that I can learn how to be the best fucking boyfriend in the damn world.
She climbs up onto my back and I hook my arms under her knees. She wraps hers around my shoulders and rests her cheek against my neck. I pick up the pace.
“Are you carrying me because I wasn’t walking fast enough?”
“No. I just want to get back to res.”
Her nose brushes the shell of my ear. “What happens when we get back to res?”
“Whatever you want to happen.” I turn my head and her lips brush my cheek.
I feel her smile. “Does that mean you want dessert?”
“Only if you think I deserve it.”
“I think my pussy deserves it,” she murmurs.
“Fuck, yes please.” I stumble over a curb, but don’t lose my footing.
Cammie laughs and holds tighter.
I don’t put her down until we’re in the elevator on the way up to the third floor. “I’m really sorry about the party.”
“I know.” The elevator doors slide open and we link fingers. Cammie unlocks the door to her room and holds it open for me.
She flicks on her light and we both stand there, staring at each other. I let her take the lead on this, just in case she’s not where I am right now.
“Did you finish reading my chapter last night?” she asks.
“I actually went back to the beginning and read everything but the newest chapter because Brody came home,” I admit. “It was so fucking hot. I really destroyed that cloth you gave me.”
She shrugs out of her jacket and jiggles her mouse so the computer screen comes to life. “Do you want to finish reading it now?”
“Please, yes. I would love that.”
She taps the computer chair.
I throw myself into it and pat my thighs. “You’ll sit with me again?”
A coy smile turns up the corner of her plush lips. “Sure.”
She settles her luscious ass in my lap and I roll us closer to her desk so she can pull up the chapter.
She glances over her shoulder. “Are you already hard?”
“Between you being sexy as fuck and your words being hot as fuck, I’m hard as fuck.”
She smiles and pulls up her story. “Do you want to start where you left off?”
“Maybe the beginning of the chapter, just so I get the full effect?” I wrap an arm around her waist and nuzzle through her hair so I can kiss her neck.
She scrolls to the beginning of the chapter I started last night and I scan the page, refamiliarizing myself with the characters and the story. I slide a hand under her shirt as Aragorn does the same.
Cammie makes a little noise in the back of her throat to match Arwen. I take her lobe between my teeth, biting gently. “Can I take your shirt off?”
“Didn’t you say you were bad at multitasking?”
“I can’t get better at it if I don’t try,” I bargain.
She raises her hands over her head and I remove her shirt. Her bra is black and lacy and so fucking sexy. I kiss along her bare shoulder.
Cammie raps her nails on the desk. “Keep reading.”
“Right. Yes.” I drag my eyes back to the screen and cup Cammie’s breast as Aragorn does the same to Arwen. Legolas is behind her, unclasping her bra and kissing her neck while Aragorn kisses a path down her stomach.
“You can take my bra off too, if you want,” Cammie offers.
She sits forward and I flick it open, and the black straps slide down her arms. I cup her perfect, perky, lush tits and brush my thumbs over her nipples. Cammie arches as they harden under my touch.
I keep reading as Aragorn and Legolas devote their attention to Arwen, kissing and touching as they undress each other.
“You should take your shirt off, too,” Cammie suggests breathlessly.
I whip it over my head and she sighs as her warm back meets my hard chest.
She moves one hand to the waistband of her pants. “I want you to touch me.”
“You want me to touch you where?” I ask, clarifying. My cock is so fucking hard, and Cammie keeps shifting around in my lap, rubbing her ass on my erection.
“My pussy, please,” she whispers.
She doesn’t have to ask twice. I pop the button on her jeans. “Can I take these off to make it easier?” Cammie naked in my lap? Yes, fucking please.