Total pages in book: 17
Estimated words: 15942 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 80(@200wpm)___ 64(@250wpm)___ 53(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 15942 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 80(@200wpm)___ 64(@250wpm)___ 53(@300wpm)
“Well—you need to stop because we’re not together.”
“Sure we are, baby. We’ve always been together.”
“Dixon, you don’t just get to walk back into my life after ten years and––oh!”
The man had again swallowed the length of me down his throat, and the pressure combined with the heat and the wet was turning me inside out. He stroked me when he came up and then rose over me only to bend and take absolute possession of my mouth.
I had kissed the man a million times, and each and every time, it made my blood race, pulse pound, and my skin go up in flames. The whimper rose up out of me as his tongue swept inside my mouth. And the way his lips sealed so perfectly to mine, the way I was devoured, the sound he made in the back of his throat, I understood that his ache for me was as bad as mine for him. When he lifted his lips from mine, just enough so I could catch my breath, I stared up into his dark liquid eyes.
“Dixon, I…”
“Just let me take you home,” he begged, stroking me from balls to head, the husky, low sound of his voice, so sultry and deep, so sexy, made my stomach flip over. “Lemme start with that.”
“It’s not a good idea,” I husked, even as my hips rose up off the mattress, pushing in and out of his grip, needing more contact, more friction. I wanted to come.
“Oh no?” he asked before he squeezed the hard length of me tight.
“Dix,” I whimpered.
His very male grunt signaled his victory.
I opened my mouth to argue, but he bent and licked me, coating my shaft in saliva, sucking, swirling his tongue over the head, at the same time increasing the motion of his hand, stroking me hard.
“You taste so good, Ev… so good,” he breathed out. “Come for me. Shoot your load down my throat. Gimme it all.”
“But I… I’m… you…”
“We both know you’re the king of safe sex, Ev, and I bet it even says somewhere in that chart beside your bed. As for me, I have results right here on my phone that I can show you in the morning before I take you home.”
“I’m not gonna let––”
“Oh the fuck you’re not,” he told me before making the suction so hard, so strong, that I was helpless to do anything but explode in his mouth. I came fast and it lasted forever, because there had been no one for so long, and now suddenly, there was Dixon Bain, who had been, at one time, everything.
He sucked me until there was nothing left and then licked me clean with his tongue before leaning back to stare down at me.
“That was amazing,” I told him, because it was true and because I owed that to him.
He waggled his eyebrows at me.
“I feel bad that I can’t return the––”
“No,” he said, and the slow smile I got sent a twinge of fresh need over my skin in a flush of heat. “I’m lookin’ for more than that.”
“You’re such an ass.”
“I know,” he agreed, leaning forward. “Now let me take you home.”
“You don’t have––”
“Can’t you see I want to?” he asked right before he bent and kissed me long and hard and used his tongue. I had one hand behind his neck and the other with a handful of his sweater. I was not letting him go.
When he broke the kiss, he was panting. “I just want to spend some time with you,” he whispered against my mouth. “Tell me I can.”
“You can,” I acquiesced. The light that came into his face irritated me, reminded me of just how easily I had succumbed. “But just for a day or so. You have to go before Christmas.”
“I know, we’re both going. I’m taking you home with me.”
“No you’re not.” I was adamant.
“Watch me.”
My growl sent him into hysterics.
FOUR
He didn’t rent a car, he hired a car service, so we were picked up from the hospital in a town car and then driven to my apartment.
“You couldn’t just rent a Toyota or something?” I teased him.
The look I got in return was priceless.
“You have no idea about normal people and their bills, do you?”
“No,” he told me, “but you don’t know everything about being rich and staying rich, so shove your righteous attitude right up your ass.”
“You know I––”
“Stop trying to pick a fight with me,” he snapped irritably. “I went and got the chocolate syrup for you that you like to put in your milk because the regular chocolate milk is too sweet.”
“You did?”
“Yes.” He turned from the window to look at me. “So try and not be such a total prick, okay?”
I would have yelled at him, but he took that moment to lace his fingers into mine. He wanted to hold my hand, and since he had spoiled me for other men, because he was so touchy-feely, I shut up and let him.