Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 67991 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 340(@200wpm)___ 272(@250wpm)___ 227(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67991 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 340(@200wpm)___ 272(@250wpm)___ 227(@300wpm)
She goes back to bobbing, adding her hand into the action by squeezing and stroking.
“I’m going to come,” I rasp, fingers gripping tight into the bedsheets so I’m not tempted to grab her head.
Her pace picks up and I know she’s on a mission to make me see stars. The pleasure builds, a heat and energy that emanate from my lower belly and spread throughout my entire body. My heart beats faster, my breathing becomes shallow and ragged, and I know that I’m on the verge of losing my shit.
Tempe senses it too, her eyes locking with mine as she sucks. She looks like a predator closing in for the kill, her focus intense and her movements precise. It’s incredibly erotic, and I can’t help but be turned on even more by the sight of her skilled mouth working its magic on me.
“So fucking close,” I say hoarsely, and yet I try to hold off because I never want this to end.
Tempe’s eyes glint with anticipation of my undoing. She quickens her pace, her head moving rapidly, her lips and tongue working overtime to bring me to the edge.
“Oh fuck!” I cry out, my body tensing as the waves of pleasure crash over me, making me babble delirious things. Tempe’s hands tighten around my thighs, pulling me even deeper into her mouth as she continues to suck and lick at my most sensitive places.
My hips buck uncontrollably against the thrust of ecstasy that courses through me and I’m not sure I’ve ever come that hard before.
She gives me one more gentle suck, pulling off me like she just had the most enjoyable lollipop. It’s sexy as fuck when she licks her bottom lip.
“Come here,” I growl, lunging up to grab her under the arms and pulling her naked body on top of mine. My hand goes to the back of her head and I bring her down for a scorching kiss, tasting the remnants of my orgasm on her tongue.
I roll her onto her back, kiss her one more time. “I’m going to fuck you, but I need to recharge.”
She grins back at me. “Sounds like a lovely morning plan. Let’s snuggle for a while.”
Shaking my head, I leer at her. “I’m going to snuggle, but it’s not what you’re thinking.”
Tempe gasps as my head dips, latching my lips onto her breast. I lick around her nipple, then kiss my way down her belly, with the intent to return the oral favor and I won’t be satisfied until she comes at least twice.
The doorbell rings and I lift my head. My eyes lock with Tempe and she shrugs.
“Who the fuck could be here at…” I glance at the bedside clock. “Eight thirty in the morning on New Year’s Day?”
I have no clue if Farren is awake or if she’s even here. Her bedroom door was closed when we got home last night but the doorbell rings again, and I know I have to answer it.
“Shit,” I mutter, rolling off the bed and grabbing a pair of workout shorts and a T-shirt from my dresser. I glance at Tempe. “Don’t move. I’ll be right back.”
The bell rings a third time just as I’m almost to the door, which tells me this isn’t some solicitation. I glance through the peephole and am stunned to see Brienne Norcross standing there, Drake at her side, causing me to jerk back.
I think I must be seeing things, so I look once again, and yup… one of the richest people in the world, owner of the Titans and my boss, is on the other side.
“Who is it?” Tempe asks and I look over my shoulder to see her standing there in a pair of leggings and a baggy T-shirt, lips slightly swollen from her ministrations.
“You’ll never believe,” I reply and since we’re both presentable, I open the door without further delay.
Brienne and Drake both look ridiculously fashionable and fresh, Brienne in a chic wrap coat in buttery leather and Drake in a charcoal gray peacoat.
“Good morning,” Brienne says with a light smile on her face, hands clasped before her.
Drake lifts his chin in greeting, but I can see the amused glint in his eye that they’re catching me unaware.
“Good morning,” I say, my throat still a little hoarse from the shouting I did minutes ago when I came in Tempe’s mouth. The back of my neck heats at that thought, that perhaps they were on the other side of my door and heard me.
“Can we come in?” Brienne asks politely.
I jolt out of my confusion and mumble a hasty apology. “Yes, of course. Come in.”
Brienne and Drake step past me, and as I’m shutting the door, I see Tempe moving forward. She holds out her hand to Brienne to shake, and we’re both surprised when Brienne gives Tempe a hug. “Happy New Year.”