Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 89666 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 448(@200wpm)___ 359(@250wpm)___ 299(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89666 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 448(@200wpm)___ 359(@250wpm)___ 299(@300wpm)
His apartment was right off the second-floor landing, which made our walk far too short. His keys and briefcase clutched in his left hand, he stuck out his right for me to shake. “Well, it has been a wonderful evening. Thank you so much for dinner.”
Instead of taking it, I placed my right hand on the doorjamb next to his head and leaned in. “Really? A handshake? When I know your kisses can scramble my brain?”
“I think you should hurry to your car. It’s been a long day for Carl, and I’m sure he’d like to get home to relax,” Byron replied, still holding out his hand.
“I told Carl to drive around the block for the next fifteen minutes.”
“Fifteen minutes, huh?”
“I didn’t think negotiating a good-night kiss with you would be a quick thing.”
I fully expected him to continue to argue with me, using up all of those fifteen minutes, but he didn’t.
Byron hooked his right hand across the nape of my neck while he rose on the tips of his toes. He didn’t kiss me. Those perfect lips grazed my cheek as he went in for my ear and whispered, “Fifteen minutes should be more than enough time for you to show me how good of a cocksucker you are.”
My semi went to raging hard-on in the blink of an eye. For a moment, I wondered if he was teasing me, but as he drew back, the fire in his eyes told the story of a man desperate to have his cock in my mouth, and I was more than happy to oblige.
“Inside. Now.”
Byron nodded and released me to swing around to his door. He fumbled with his keys, trying to get the right key into the hole. The keys hit the ground with a loud metallic clatter and Byron swore. When he bent to pick them up, he presented me with too tempting of an opportunity to pass up. I grabbed his hips, lined his ass up with my groin, and pressed my dick right into the seam of his cheeks. There. I wanted my cock nestled right there in all that heat before I slid into his tight little hole.
A soft whimper escaped him, and the keys hit the floor again. Byron remained bent over and wiggled his ass, fitting it even tighter against me.
My hands tightened on his hips. “In the apartment.”
“Yes,” Byron panted and pawed his way up the door. It took him two tries to get the damn thing open. The moment it stopped blocking our path, I moved with him, practically attached to his body.
The door slammed shut. Byron’s briefcase and keys hit the floor, and I shoved him back into the door as I seized his mouth in a good-night kiss to end all kisses.
God, he tasted and felt like heaven. How could it have been only yesterday since we’d last done this? If we continued in this fashion, I’d need to kiss him at least once an hour to survive.
Teeth clacked together as we ate at each other’s mouths. My hands were frantic, pulling at his clothes, searching for any bare patch of skin. Some part of my brain kept shouting, Hurry! Hurry! Before he comes to his senses!
Instead, Byron pulled on a lock of my hair as he tore his mouth away. “Be careful. Don’t rip anything. I can’t afford to replace any clothes you ruin.”
A grin spread on my tender lips and my hand tightened on his tie while still being cautious not to wrinkle it. “I’ll buy you a whole new wardrobe.”
Byron pulled my hair again. “No. I like my wardrobe. Be careful.”
Bossy Byron made me hard and stupid. All I could do was attack his mouth, wringing out more moans and needy noises. But my hands remained gentle as they pulled away his tie and unbuttoned his shirt. I dragged my mouth from his when I opened his collared shirt and pushed up his undershirt to reveal a pale chest with a light dusting of hair and lean, ropey muscles. Perfect skin. Warm and soft under my lips like velvet.
I kissed my way down, dropping to my knees as I licked across his stomach while my fingers fumbled with his belt. As soon as I got it unbuckled and his pants open, I shoved them aside to find he was wearing a pair of silky navy boxers with little white diamonds. His hard cock stretched out the front, pulling the waistband away from his stomach. There was even a small damp spot from the leaking head.
“Not what you were expecting?”
I stared up at him, admiring his flushed face, swollen lips, and sweat-slicked temples. “I think I’ve imagined you in everything and nothing. Not one fantasy could hold a candle to the reality.”
Loosely wrapping my fingers around his cock, I stroked him through the fabric of his boxers. He keened, arching his entire body into my touch so that his head thudded on the door.