Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 90736 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 454(@200wpm)___ 363(@250wpm)___ 302(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90736 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 454(@200wpm)___ 363(@250wpm)___ 302(@300wpm)
Mmm.
Ohhh!
Oh . . .
I bask in the orgasm, giving in to the pleasure.
“That was my proper goodbye since I won’t be seeing you later today.”
Andy kisses me on the temple, brushing the hair off my face while his other hand goes to my back and rests there.
That was my proper goodbye since I won’t be seeing you later today. Translation: he won’t be seeing me later—possibly not ever.
That definitely sucks.
I like him a lot, but the reality of the situation is we live in two different cities, and currently, I’m not in a position where I can afford to do long distance—I also don’t have the time to do a relationship long distance. There is no realistic way I can pay to fly across the country to see him in Seattle. Those flights are crazy expensive, and I just started my own business, so every penny counts.
Yes, I googled flights after our day date—out of curiosity.
Settling my head on his broad chest, my hand caresses up and down the length of his arm. He is so solid and muscular; his skin is so warm.
I could get used to this, absolutely I could.
“So what you’re saying is, the orgasms you give are the gift that keeps on giving, and they’re your last parting gift?”
I feel him chuckle, the sound rumbling beneath my ear. “Something like that.”
“Do you know what would be leaving me with a proper goodbye? Actually fucking me before you leave.” My finger traces the contour of his chest, fingernail gently trailing over his nipple.
Shocked that those words slipped out of my mouth, I go ahead and blame it on my tired, sex-starvation-induced haze. I never talk like this, but guess what? I’m not embarrassed. I’m going to own it—and judging by Andy’s shocked expression, I don’t regret it.
His eyes fill with something recognizable: desire.
Hunger.
Lust.
Choose a word, they all apply.
“I hope you don’t mind me being blunt, but time is of the essence.” I can’t help pointing out the fact. He’s leaving, I’m leaving—no time like the present.
“You’re bold,” he growls, hand stroking my back, tracing my spine in the most delicious way. “I like it. I like it a whole lot.”
Andy gives me a gentle nudge, moving me off him and onto my back. He hovers over me, his lips immediately seeking the heat of my mouth, tongue hot and wet and possessive.
“If the lady requests that I fuck her, who am I to deny her?”
A hum escapes Andy’s throat as he kisses along my collarbone to the center of my sternum, which I just discovered is a highly sensitive spot on my body. My breasts (obviously), neck, and inner thighs. Caress any of those places and I’m putty in his very large, very capable, masculine hands.
I skim my hands down the front of his chest when he moves over me, centering himself over my body, cock stiffly pressing against my vagina through his sweatpants. My palms press into his stomach, feeling his hard abs, lavishing in how they feel, having never felt a six-pack before.
No. Not a six-pack.
An eight-pack.
Andy is rock hard.
“You have the hardest abs I’ve ever felt.” I imagine they’re magazine worthy. I cannot stop touching them, the soft hair down the center of his stomach only making it more pleasurable to caress his body.
“Is that a compliment?” He dips his pelvis so he’s nestled snuggly between my thighs, and I swear, it makes my mouth water.
“Yes, it’s a compliment.” I’m unable to keep the breathy tone out of my voice. “You’re in way better shape than I am.” Which makes me grateful for the dark room we’re in and the lack of light because I haven’t worked out in months. Like, tons of months.
Ish.
“You must work out a lot.” I roll my eyes as soon as the clichéd words pop out; this small talk is anything but sexy when we should both be completely naked at this point.
Andy laughs. Leans down to kiss me on the mouth as if he can feel the nerves about to erupt, kissing me to quell them.
“I do work out a lot.”
Lots of free time.
“But this is my favorite workout routine.”
Chapter 10
Andy
But this is my favorite workout routine.
Gag, dude. Stop trying to be suave.
Not with Harlow, she will roast me for it.
How is it possible to know someone for so short a time but feel so fucking amazed by them? Because that’s how I feel about her, and now that she’s lying beneath me with her hair fanned out on the pillow, legs spread, I have new knots in my stomach.
I’m the lucky bastard that gets to have sex with her.
Hell yeah, I do.
Harlow’s hands are on my back, fingers running up and down my spine, the tips of her nails flirting with the waistband of my sleep bottoms.
I shiver like a little bitch, so hard she must have noticed.