Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 76713 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 384(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76713 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 384(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
Only then did he push me away, too far gone to be teased any more than that.
He slipped on the condom before coming over me again, his body crushing down on mine, stealing my breath, but I somehow relished in the pressure as my arms and legs went around him, pulling him closer still as his lips landed on mine.
My hips shifted, until I felt the length of him pressing against my cleft, then shamelessly ground against him as his lips and tongue and teeth toyed with my lips.
“August,” I groaned, fingers digging into his hips, desperate to feel him inside of me.
His lips released mine. Then he pushed up to look down at me, eyes molten.
Shifting back, his cock moved, pressing against me, then surging inside with one deep thrust, making both of us suck in our breaths at the sensation.
“Fuck,” August hissed as he settled deep. “You feel so fucking good,” he added as I wrapped my legs around him, my hips already doing desperate little circles.
There was no more hesitation after that.
He started to fuck me the way we both needed.
Hard and fast.
Driving us both toward oblivion at a break-neck pace.
“There,” he hissed, feeling my walls tighten around him as I rocked against his thrusts. “Come for me,” he demanded.
And just like that, I did, crying out, my body shuddering hard as I did so.
August fucked me through it before slamming deep and coming at the tail-end of my orgasm.
His body crashed down on me after, both of us breathless and boneless for what felt like an eternity.
We both seemed to come back to ourselves slowly, then all at once, untangling our limbs in tandem, then both getting up.
August turned and walked toward the bathroom while I gathered my clothes in my hands, and rushed into the bedroom, then through to the bathroom, stopping running only when I caught sight of myself in the mirror.
Cheeks flushed.
Eyes heavy-lidded.
Completely satisfied.
That was how my body felt.
But my mind?
My mind was restless.
Looking for an excuse not to go back out there and face him, I went toward the soaking tub, turning it on, and dropping in one of the complimentary bath bombs.
I watched the red bubbles and dried flowers float across the water, looking a bit like blood, and finding myself unsettled by that as I lowered myself into hip-height water.
It was fine.
Fine.
August was not the kind of jerk who would hightail it out of town just because we’d had sex.
I mean, even if he was that big of a douche, Aurelio would never let him go.
So it was going to be okay.
We were adults.
Neither of us were starry-eyed virgins.
We could chalk it up to a heated moment and move on.
There wouldn’t be any more fuck-ups like that.
We had to focus on the situation, not our hormones.
By the time the water cooled, and I climbed out of the tub, I had myself almost convinced that it had nothing at all to do with August.
I had just been overdue for sex. For an orgasm.
I’d been busy lately. I wasn’t even sure I’d taken things ‘into my own hands’ in weeks. Months? God, maybe. I was usually at work late, and by the time I got home, I barely had energy to shower before I fell into bed.
There’d been no time for dating.
And, honestly, I’d never been any good at relationships anyway.
It usually went one of two ways: I was too prickly and difficult, or the guy was too much of a pushover and I lost interest.
Either way, things always fizzled out within a couple of weeks. I really didn’t even try anymore.
I had work.
If I needed a hook-up, I had exes to text.
And I went ahead and let myself believe that was enough. Because, quite frankly, there just didn’t seem to be another option, and I figured it was useless to want something that didn’t appear possible for me.
I got myself changed, then climbed into bed, telling myself I was glad when August didn’t knock or barge in.
But, as I drifted off to sleep, I have to admit that some little part of me was disappointed.
Luckily, the stress and frustration of the past few days had caught up with me, and I was out before I could really get in my feelings about it.
I woke to sunlight streaming in through the windows, muted slightly by the mirrored tint on them, but way too bright to be my usual wake up time.
A glance at the clock on the nightstand told me it was a full three hours after my usual rising time.
Throwing off the covers, I rushed through brushing my teeth and running a brush through my hair before moving into the rest of the suite, sure Aurelio and August had been waiting for me to emerge and figure out the plan for the day.