Total pages in book: 153
Estimated words: 154595 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 773(@200wpm)___ 618(@250wpm)___ 515(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 154595 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 773(@200wpm)___ 618(@250wpm)___ 515(@300wpm)
He eyed her. “You shouldn’t. There should be better heating in this building.”
“It is what it is.”
It is what it is? Did it really not annoy her? She surprised him all the time.
“So? What do you want?” she asked eagerly.
“I want your mouth around my dick again.” He watched her carefully without making it too obvious. If it wasn’t something she wanted to do, then obviously he wouldn’t force her . . .
But her eyes lit up and she nodded eagerly.
And fuck if that didn’t make his dick take notice. Christ, she liked it, didn’t she? Enjoyed having his cock in her mouth.
Calm. Chill.
“All right, we need a time limit. Three minutes?” Didn’t matter how long he gave her, she wasn’t getting past him.
She nodded and he drew out his phone, placing it on the counter. He set the alarm for three minutes, then he stared at her.
“Go.”
She tried to tickle him.
Pfft. Is that all she had? Not that he was objecting to her putting her hands on him. That he was enjoying. But there wasn’t any part of him that was ticklish. Suddenly she drew her hand back, whacking it against the edge of the counter.
“Ouch! Ow!” she cried, holding her sore hand with her other one.
“What did you do?” he demanded. “Show me.”
“No, no, I can’t.”
He wasn’t putting up with that shit. “Show me.”
“But it will hurt more if I show you,” she cried.
“Maeve. Show. Me.”
She slowly pulled her other hand away and he peered down at her hand. It looked all right, but if it hurt as badly as it seemed to, then he should get her an ice pack.
“Poor baby, I’ll get—”
Suddenly, she tugged her hand free of his careful hold and threw herself to the side. He reached out to grab her, managing to capture her at the last second.
He set her back on the counter. “Maeve! What the fuck?”
Her bottom lip dropped. “Darn it, I thought for sure that was going to work.”
“You . . . what . . . fuck . . .that wasn’t . . . you can’t do that!”
“But I thought that was the game?” she asked, looking puzzled. The phone’s buzzer sounded. He reached over and turned it off.
“Ahh, looks like I lose.” She grinned, looking unperturbed. “Strip and sit on the bed.”
“What . . . no . . .” This was not the way things went. She didn’t order him around.
The brat.
“No.” He waggled a finger at her.
“No, what? You don’t want a blow job anymore?” She bit at her lip. “Was it no good the other night?”
“No. That’s not what I was saying . . . Maeve, you pretended to hurt yourself to win.”
“Hey, you didn’t say there were rules.”
That’s right, he hadn’t.
And part of him kind of admired the way her mind thought. She’d obviously determined that injuring herself would be the best way to distract him. And it had worked.
If he hadn’t had such good reflexes and been so close to her . . . yeah, she might have gotten past him.
Fuck. She needed close watching. It wouldn’t take much for her to run circles around anyone she was with.
Not him, of course.
He was onto her tricks.
“Harming yourself is always a rule, understand me? You are never allowed to hurt yourself under any circumstances.” He made his voice stern, cupping her chin as he spoke.
Her mouth dropped open slightly, but then she nodded. “I didn’t really hurt myself. I’m fine. I just hit it lightly.”
“There’s a red mark on your skin.”
“I’ll live.”
“I don’t want you to just live, hear me? I want you to be safe and healthy while you’re living. I want you to thrive.”
She peered at him curiously. And yeah, he was aware that things had just become intense.
“Don’t do that again, okay? No hurting yourself or pretending to hurt yourself.”
“Yes, I’m sorry.” She looked so chagrined, staring down at her lap, that he worried he was overreacting. He searched for something to say to get that playful look back in her eyes.
“It was clever, though.” He leaned his hands on the counter. “I admire your dedication to winning.”
“Really?” She looked up at him with a grin.
“Uh-huh. Too bad for you that you lost, though, huh?”
“Hmm. Too bad. So sad.” She sighed dramatically, putting her arm over her forehead. “I suppose I’ll have to suck you off now. Oh, the horror.”
“Girl, did you just describe sucking me off as being horrible?”
Her eyes widened comically. “Ahh, no?”
He grabbed her, carrying her to the bed.
“Nooo!” she cried, but she was laughing. “What are you doing?”
He dropped her on the bed, then kneeled on the mattress, tickling her. Unlike him, she seemed to be ticklish everywhere. He got his hands under that ridiculous sweatshirt of hers and tickled her until she screamed for mercy,
“Mercy?” he asked. “Hmm, I’m not sure I have any.”