Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 90211 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 451(@200wpm)___ 361(@250wpm)___ 301(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90211 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 451(@200wpm)___ 361(@250wpm)___ 301(@300wpm)
“Fuck, love, I can’t hold back much longer, you’re so fucking incredible.”
Damn him.
My triggers pull and I shatter like glass. I break, gasping moaning, sweat speckling my skin, mixing with my own spit. I come so hard I can’t breathe or think. My vision tunnels and there’s only him, watching in expectant amazement, like he’s seeing something perfect for the first time. He fucks me faster, grinding and filling, and as my orgasm begins to finish he pulls out with a gasp.
“Fuck, love, god damn it.” He moves up and buries himself in my mouth. “Oh fuck Regan.”
He comes on my tongue. It’s a salty, twitching explosion. He makes the obscenest sound I’ve ever heard as he strokes his shaft and finishes between my lips. Some dribbles onto my chin. I reach up, catch it on my fingers, and shove what’s left in my mouth.
And I swallow it all.
He stares, sweaty and gorgeous, cock still hard in his masculine fist. He looks like he’s never done this before, and it ruined him for good.
“I feel the same way,” I whisper, grinning stupidly.
“I’m not sure what you mean, but also—“ He pulls me against him, his big arms tugging my body tight, his cock against my ass. “I think I do.”
I smile to myself, starting to regulate. “Are you going to kick me back to the couch?”
“You didn’t need to fuck me into another world to make me let you share my bed.”
“Really? Shit, what a waste.”
He lightly spanks my ass. “Don’t pretend like I didn't ruin you for good.”
“Ruin me?!”
“That’s right. You’ll think of me every time you try to come.”
I close my eyes, chewing the inside of my cheek. He’s probably right about that. “You give yourself too much credit.”
“No, I really don’t.” He breathes in the smell of my hair. “I’ll prove it in about ten minutes.”
“What’s in ten minutes?!”
“When I’m ready to fill you to the brim again.”
I roll around to face him, panic threatening. “Wait. Hold on. We’re going to do that again?”
He seems surprised. “Do you not want to? Because here I am, assuming I’m going to fuck you until you can’t walk while we’ve got the chance.”
“No, I do want to, it’s just—“
My ex used to finish, roll over, and fall asleep.
Liam’s smile is a mixture of understanding and amusement. “I am very far from done with you, love. If that’s not what you want, feel free to speak up. Otherwise—“ He leans forward and kisses my neck, one hand moving up to cup my breast. “I’m going to take my time.”
Oh, shit.
I know rationally that I should call it quits before something goes wrong.
That was some of the best sex I’ve ever had in my life—maybe the best, period.
But if I stay here, what’s that mean?
Then again, Liam doesn’t seem like the kind of man who cares either way.
And in the morning, this version of Regan is dead.
So why not enjoy myself? Try something new? Give myself over to a gorgeous freak?
Well crap.
I twist onto my back and stretch, smiling as his eyes roam my body. I prop my head up on a hand and gaze at him.
“Alright… so what should we do for the next ten minutes?”
“I have thoughts.”
“Are they pure thoughts?”
“No, love. They are not.”
“I’m afraid I don’t want to hear them.”
He bends down touching me again, like he can’t help himself.
“Too bad. I find myself in a sharing mood.” His mouth moves closer, tipping toward my ear. “Now, let me explain exactly how I’m going to make you come this evening, and how you’re going to be a filthy girl for me…”
CHAPTER 4
LIAM
The stink of burning gasoline lingers around the parking garage and it smells like heaven. I sit back and suck it down, a big smile on my face.
That scent reminds me of a very good girl.
Getting out of bed this morning was uncharacteristically hard. Usually, I’m awake at the crack of dawn and on the sidewalk before the sun’s had a chance to kiss the glittering skyscrapers. What’s there to do sitting around in my apartment?
Life is down here in the streets.
Like right now.
An hour ago, it was a madhouse around here. Onlookers, cops, firefighters, the works. Seems like our little game the night before caused more than a few problems. Not my most controlled demolition, I’ll be honest. But so what if a few innocent bystanders caught a stray?
The price of doing business here in the greatest city in the world.
But now the action’s dying down, all except for one person. He’s pacing back and forth talking animatedly into his phone. He looks haggard, disheveled, like he didn’t sleep well. Poor little guy must’ve been dragged out of bed before he could get his usual eight-plus and now he’s stuck dealing with bureaucratic red tape. Insurance, investigation, all that shit. The machinery that was built to make our lives both easier and harder.