Total pages in book: 109
Estimated words: 104532 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 523(@200wpm)___ 418(@250wpm)___ 348(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 104532 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 523(@200wpm)___ 418(@250wpm)___ 348(@300wpm)
By sacrificing his own happiness. Guilt knots my stomach. The words almost choke me when I say, “Elliot collected the memory stick.”
He acts as if it’s no big deal. “At last.”
I frown. “Is that all you have to say?”
“No,” he says, his tone seductive. “Not by a long shot.”
Lowering his head, he kisses my neck. Goosebumps run down my arm. When he drags his palms over my thighs under the hem of the dress, my body arches toward him. He sucks on my skin, making my nipples pebble.
Grabbing his wrists, I stop his exploration. “We’re going to be late.”
“No,” he says again, following up the husky promise with a nip on the sensitive spot where my neck meets my shoulder. “We won’t be.”
I want to argue, but he stills me with a searing kiss. I shiver when he slips a hand between my legs, outlining the tattoo on my inside thigh with the tip of his finger. Even this, his initials on my skin, I’ve come to love. The teasing brush of his knuckles over my silk-covered slit is my undoing.
Time and consequences fly out the window. The sum of my happiness is centered around the work of his hands. As if sensing my surrender, he deepens the kiss. I meet every stroke of his tongue, gripping his shoulders for balance. If forbidden fruit existed, they’d taste like him. Threading my fingers through the thick curls of his hair, I pull him closer. He moves away the elastic of my underwear, dipping a finger inside. Two pumps, and I’m panting.
Breaking the kiss, he growls in my ear, “Take off the underwear.”
I’m eager to please him. I lift the dress over my hips and push the thong down my thighs. He offers me a hand to keep me steady as I carefully free my feet, making sure the underwear doesn’t catch on the heels of the sandals.
“Don’t lower the dress,” he says when I reach for the hem. “Touch yourself.”
Keeping one hand in his, I put the other between my legs. He adjusts the bulge in his jeans when I rub two fingers around my clit.
“Faster,” he says, studying my actions.
Our foreplay is rushed because our time is limited. I slow down. To hell with the party. This matters more to me. Standing on tiptoes, I press my lips on his. He doesn’t deny me the kiss. He parts my lips with his tongue while I reach for his jeans, popping the button and pulling down the zipper. He groans into my mouth when I free his cock from his briefs. He’s thick and hard in my palm. Tearing my mouth from his, I slide down to my knees. He watches me with hooded eyes as I take his root in my hand and stretch my lips around the crest.
“Fuck,” he says, cupping my head.
I lick down his length before taking him back into my mouth. Like he taught me with the dildo, I breathe through my nose and swallow him as deep as I can.
He keeps the pace, pumping through my lips, but he lets me decide how far I’m willing to go. I hollow my cheeks until an earthy, masculine taste coats my tongue. Doubling my efforts, I suck harder while stroking him with my hands where my lips don’t reach.
“No,” he grits out, locking his fingers around my arms and pulling me to my feet. “I’m not coming like this.”
I open my mouth to protest but swallow my words when he positions his cock at my entrance, bends his knees, and impales me in one, hard thrust.
When he pulls out, my body slumps against the mirror at my back. He wraps his hands around my waist and lifts me onto the vanity. My naked butt hits the cold marble surface, my dress still scrunched up over my hips. Cupping my knees, he pushes my legs wide open and presses with more urgency inside me.
I lock my ankles around his ass and tilt my hips forward. The position allows me to take him deeper. He groans when my inner walls contract around him. Planting a palm on either side of my body on the vanity, he catches his weight on his arms and chases after my lips again. I burrow my hands in his hair and kiss him wildly and desperately. He meets my urgency, tangling our tongues before sucking my bottom lip into his mouth.
The dress and why I’m wearing it are forgotten as he punches his hips up and rolls them. Needing to breathe, I break the kiss and lean back my head. His gaze locks on mine. Reading my face, he slides a hand between our bodies and massages my clit. When I gasp, he rubs faster. A gentle pinch, and I come.
He grunts and stills, his body pulling taut as he finds his release. He doesn’t close his eyes or look away. He rests our foreheads together, staying inside me as we catch our breaths.