Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 75047 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 375(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75047 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 375(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
“If we’d met, you would remember me. I can promise you that.”
“I have a feeling you’re right about that.”
We continued to flirt back and forth for almost an hour, and no lie, I was really starting to like this chick and had a feeling she felt the same about me. She was facing me, and we were sitting close—extremely close while her legs intertwined with mine. I’d ordered us both another round of drinks, but we were so focused on each other that neither of us had touched them.
I also noticed that she couldn’t keep her hands off me. First, she’d casually touch my arm and then my thigh. I was doing the same to her, making it clear that we had some major sexual tension building between us. She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “I have to say I’m kind of surprised you don’t have a girlfriend.”
“Oh? And why’s that?”
“You’re handsome. You’re smart. Seem like a nice guy. I mean...” Her brows furrowed for a moment, and then her eyes widened as if she’d had some grand epiphany as she gasped. “Ooohhh.”
“Oh, what?”
She sounded like she felt sorry for me. “You’re not very good in bed, huh?”
“What?”
“It’s okay. I’m sure you try and all that, but ...”
“Hold up!” I roared. “What the fuck makes you think I’m not good in the sack?”
She shrugged. “It’s the only plausible explanation.”
“The hell you say! I’m damn good in bed! Hell, I’d fuck you up one side and down the other ...” I was about to get on a real tear when a mischievous grin crossed her face. “Ah hell, you’re just fucking with me, aren’t ya?”
“Yeah, maybe just a little,” she answered with a flirty tone. “Thought I’d get a little rise out of ya.”
“That’s just wrong,” I fussed. “Can’t believe you’d do me like that.”
“I’m sorry.” She winked at me and inched a little closer. “I just couldn’t help myself.”
“Mm-hmm.” It was at that moment I realized she was interested in more than just a little smalltalk. She was interested in a lot more, so I leaned in closer and whispered, “Well, just so we’re clear ... I meant it when I said I’m good. I’m damn good. Hell, I’d fuck you right out of those boots and have you begging for more.”
A spark of lust flashed through her eyes. “You sound pretty confident there.”
“Only because I am.”
“You going to back up those words or what?”
Without responding, I took her hand and led her to the back of the bar. As soon as we made our way down the dark hallway to the bathrooms, I stopped, pulled her over to me, and slammed my mouth against hers, drawing her in closer as I kissed her with everything I had. She didn’t resist.
Instead, she wound her arms around my neck and kissed me back. Need surged throughout me like a fucking wildfire as she eased her hips forward and started grinding against me. It was all I could do to keep from taking her right there in the hallway. Realizing I was on the brink of losing control, I stepped back and broke our embrace.
I looked back to the bar, noticing a few customers who were still lurking around. Not wanting to take any chances on us being seen, I pulled her into the women’s restroom and locked the door. My eyes never left hers as she slipped her arms around my neck. “I’ve never fooled around in a public bathroom before.”
“First time for everything, baby.”
A wicked smile swept across her face as I drew her in closer and pressed my mouth to hers. This kiss was different. This kiss was filled with a hunger that matched my own. Her body melted into me as her tongue brushed against mine, and then it was over. I’d taken all I could. I dropped my hands to her waist and started to unbuckle her jeans. “You good with this?”
“Oh, yeah. I’m more than good.” Her eyes flashed with desire when she added, “Let’s see what you got, hot stuff.”
The tip of her tongue slowly dragged across her bottom lip as she kicked off her boots, then lowered her jeans and panties to the floor. She stood there staring at me with a wanton look in her eyes as I grabbed a condom from my wallet, then lowered my jeans and boxers down my hips. I took my aching cock in my hand and gave it a hard squeeze, trying to relieve some of the throbbing pressure. From the moment we’d first kissed, she’d had me all tangled up, so much so my cock pulsated against my fingers while I slipped on the condom.
Unable to resist a moment longer, I reached for her, pulling her close. Anticipation flashed through her eyes as my hands dropped to her hips and lifted her up, pressing her back against the wall. She bit her lip and wrapped her legs around me, making my cock grow even harder the second I felt her warm body against mine. My need for her was building, burning deep inside my gut. Fuck. I didn’t know what it was about this woman, but she had me spiraling out of control.