Total pages in book: 135
Estimated words: 123672 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 618(@200wpm)___ 495(@250wpm)___ 412(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 123672 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 618(@200wpm)___ 495(@250wpm)___ 412(@300wpm)
God. I need her to touch me. I need her hands on my body and to feel her warm mouth closing around my dick. I just need one fucking taste.
Kyah kicks her closet door closed, and I grin to myself, loving her sweet ignorance. But it won’t last much longer. Soon enough she’s going to sense me here, and things will begin to shift. She noticed her open window when she got home. I watched her move across her living room to close it, and that was my mistake. I thought I had more time. On Friday nights she usually works much later.
I was a fool not to close it behind me, but I’ll know for next time. On the other hand, I like the idea of her knowing I’m in her space. I need to be patient though. I need to ease her into it, otherwise, she’s going to get spooked and ruin everything.
Kyah drops her towel to the ground, and as she fishes through her underwear drawer, my gaze shifts to the phones in my hands, knowing if I look up, I won’t be able to resist. This fun little game of ours will be over before it’s even started.
Eighty-seven percent. We’re nearly there, just a little while longer.
As I wait, I watch her. Watch as she bends down to step into her black thong, watch as she drags the flimsy material up her legs and fixes it around her hips. She then pulls on her bra, reaching around her back to hook the little latch before turning and glancing at herself in the mirror, her tits now pushed right up and looking like a fucking treat.
She’ll be dressing like this for me soon.
Ninety-three percent.
She gets dressed, and just as I knew she would, she looks phenomenal, and as she sprays a spritz of perfume, I inhale deeply, needing so much more. She crumbles onto the edge of her bed before pulling on a pair of thigh-high boots, and before I know it, she’s reaching for her phone, only she’s not going to find it.
Kyah pulls back, muttering something under her breath as she searches her bedside table before looking near her bed and on the floor. “Fuck,” she grumbles before turning and striding out of her room. “Crew, have you seen my phone?”
There’s no response, and I watch as Kyah’s brows furrow. She strides over to her bedroom door, peering out. “Crew?” Still, there’s no response, and a smirk settles across my lips as she steps right out of her room, striding out into her home, and as I glance down, I find her phone flashing with a hundred percent. Then taking this small moment of distraction, I open the door of her closet and creep out before dropping her phone onto her bed, concealing it beneath the pile of clothes. Then before she comes back in, I stride over to her bedroom window and slip out into the night, pulling it closed behind me.
7
CREW
My hand curls around Kyah’s door just as I hear her calling for me from within her apartment. “Crew?” she questions before muttering to herself. “I swear, if that big bastard bailed on me after fucking me, he’s dead.”
A smirk pulls across my lips, and I push my way into her apartment, grinning as I find her hovering around her living room, looking like a fucking snack in those thigh-high boots. “You bellowed?” I say, grinning back at her, loving just how easily I can get under her skin.
“Where the hell did you disappear?” she asks, grabbing the cushions off the couch and looking beneath them.
“Just went down for a smoke,” I tell her, striding through her small apartment, my brows furrowing as I watch her. “The fuck are you doing?”
“My phone,” she says, continuing to look. “I’ve somehow lost it over the last ten minutes. I swear, I took it into my room and put it on charge, but it’s not there. You didn’t take it, did you?”
I shake my head. “Haven’t seen it,” I tell her, making my way toward her bedroom. “But you’re right. You did take it into your room with you. It probably just fell on the floor or something.”
“Wait,” she says, her tone shifting enough to bring me to a stop and glance back at her, my brows furrowed. “You don’t smoke.”
I grin. “Don’t I?”
Kyah narrows her gaze on me, crossing her arms over her chest, unintentionally squishing those perfect tits together. “What were you really doing?” she questions, pausing a second before finally figuring it out. “I hope you weren’t trying to stake some kind of bullshit claim on me with my new neighbor.”
My grin widens. “I don’t need to stake a claim, Kyah,” I rumble. “You’re already mine.”
Before she gets a chance to respond or even adjust her facial expression, I step over the threshold of her bedroom and a strange hunger pulses through my chest. I’ve been in this apartment a million times before, but I’ve never been welcomed into her bedroom.