Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 85211 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 426(@200wpm)___ 341(@250wpm)___ 284(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85211 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 426(@200wpm)___ 341(@250wpm)___ 284(@300wpm)
“Really?” he asked in surprise.
“Yeah. Guys like all boobs.”
He chuckled. “Okay, that may be true, but you really do have one hell of a rack. One hell of an everything, actually.”
It was still pretty astounding to me that this guy, who could have anyone he wanted, found me so attractive. “Well, you wanna come over tonight?”
He stirred his salad with his fork as he looked at me, taking his time composing a reply, not because he was unsure, but because he was thinking the exact thing I was thinking. He was about to get laaaaiiiid. “Yeah. You want to go out to dinner before?”
I shook my head. “No.”
“Should I pick up a pizza on the way?”
“No.”
He smirked slightly before he looked down at his food. “Baby, what are you doing to me…”
My legs were smooth like silk, my hair was curled, my makeup was heavy even though my mascara would probably run through the night. I did pick up a couple sandwiches and left them in my fridge in case we were hungry afterward. I also dropped quite a bit of cash on nice lingerie. That way, the second he came in the door, we could get right down to business.
I’d wanted to make love to this man since the moment I saw him.
I didn’t care about watching the game, having a deep conversation on the couch, doing anything that we could do with our clothes on. Working for him for months had already been enough foreplay for me.
When he knocked on the door, I felt my throat catch as the nerves got to me. I’d already been intimate with him and it was pure fireworks, so there was no reason to be nervous now, but it was impossible not to be. “It’s open.”
Dex let himself inside, dressed in his typical hoodie and jeans, and after he shut the door behind himself, he lifted his chin to search for me in the apartment. When his eyes settled on me, he gave me a look I’d never forget. He was instantly surprised to see me standing there in a black lingerie set and garters, luxury intimates that cost a couple hundred bucks, with black stockings down to my heels. My hair was as big as I could make it, my eyelashes were as thick as they could go, and I did my absolute best to be a fantasy.
Mission accomplished.
His eyes raked over my body, the surprise quickly fading away as intensity replaced it, a smoldering look that made his eyes fade from chocolate to caramel. He crossed the living room and came closer to me, taking his time because he enjoyed the view too much to rush it. When he was right up against me, he still didn’t speak, still didn’t touch me. His hand reached out to my hip and slowly rose up my body, following the curve of my waist until he reached my rib cage.
He didn’t seem to wear cologne very often, opting for body wash and aftershave, and that left a natural scent behind that was innately masculine and addictive. The bones in his jaw suddenly became sharper, as if he was grinding his teeth together, biting his tongue, doing whatever he could to restrain himself.
He hadn’t even touched me, and I was soaking wet. Watching him desire me was the biggest turn-on ever. I wasn’t the most beautiful woman in the world like Daisy. I was average. So, sometimes when I dressed myself up, I felt like I was trying too hard, joining a league to which I could never really belong.
But he didn’t look at me like that at all.
He looked at me like I was the sexiest thing he’d ever seen.
His eyes eventually lifted to my face, that intensity only increasing when we made eye contact. His hand reached out and grabbed my neck, his thumb pressing over my jawline as he took control of my body. He turned my chin and pressed his face against the side of my cheek, his heavy breathing audible, erotic music to my ears.
Then he cupped the back of my head and kissed my neck aggressively, his arms circling me and pulling me into him, his fingers digging under the fall of my hair and into my scalp. His arm slid across my ass, and he effortlessly lifted me and carried me down the hallway, his lips still tasting my neck and collarbone.
I held on to him with my head tilted back, letting him feast on my body, take whatever he wanted.
He laid me on the bed, rolling with me, his lips moving to the corner of my mouth where he pressed gentle kisses as his hand gripped my knee and slowly slid up my thigh, gradually approaching the garter belt and the black thong underneath. His fingers hooked into it, but he didn’t pull it off.