Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 59939 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 300(@200wpm)___ 240(@250wpm)___ 200(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 59939 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 300(@200wpm)___ 240(@250wpm)___ 200(@300wpm)
“You don’t play fair,” Maggie murmurs, cheeks flushed, eyes a little glazed.
“Never have,” I say easily. I give her inner thigh a light pinch and hop to my feet. Her disheveled appearance sparks a rush of satisfaction, because I know I’m responsible for it. “All right, Red. Good hustle. I’m hopping into the shower now.” I offer a gracious smile. “You can go ahead and finish your homework.”
14
Maggie
He wants to play games? Is that it? I gape at Ben’s sexy backside as he disappears into the hallway.
What the hell was that? I inhale a deep breath, then stumble off the chair and bend down to retrieve my panties from the floor. I’m still a little stunned by what happened, and more than a little shaky from the exquisite orgasm that just rocked my world.
Ben Barrett made me come in a record-breaking three minutes. He hadn’t asked me what I liked. Hadn’t waited for me to guide him. He simply knew. It doesn’t surprise me. The second I slid into bed with him two nights ago I knew this man possessed the ability to set my body on fire. And he fully took advantage of that ability just now, effectively ensuring that I’d never be able to concentrate on schoolwork now.
It’s hard to stand when my core still throbs from Ben’s orgasmic treatment, but I force myself to my feet. I walk toward the bathroom on wobbly legs, my determination deepening when I hear the shower running.
If he wants to play games, I’m ready to play back. If only to give my aroused body what it wants so I can finish researching my paper without any distractions.
At least that’s what I tell myself as I turn the doorknob and step into the small, steam-filled bathroom. The pink plastic curtain shields Ben from my view, and me from his.
“Are you joining me or what?” His muffled voice breaks through the sound of water flowing.
My nostrils flare. Damn it. I don’t even have the element of surprise on my side. How did he know I’d follow him in here? Is he so arrogant that he just assumed I’d run into the bathroom to get a glimpse of his naked body?
It’s what you did, isn’t it?
I push the annoying reminder out of my head and reach for the edge of the shower curtain. As I pull it open, a billow of steam clouds my vision. When it clears, my eyes focus, and the sight of Ben, wet, hard and naked, is enough to suck all the oxygen out of my lungs.
My brain goes into overload trying to absorb all the delicious little details. Like his smooth, golden skin. And his rippled abs. And his firm, muscular thighs. And his…oh, gosh, his everything.
“You’re letting the cold air in,” he complains.
I swallow, trying to regain my composure. Then I slip my shirt over my head, let it drop to the floor, and step into the shower. The second I do, Ben plants his hands on my bare hips. He pulls me into the stream of water and captures my lips with his.
Hoo-boy. He gives me another one of those rough, drugging kisses, but this time I break lip contact before I can completely lose myself in his kiss.
I lean on my tiptoes and press my lips to his ear so he can hear me over the rush of water. “I don’t like being interrupted from my work,” I say mockingly.
He raises his brow, sending droplets down his aristocratic nose and into the thick stubble on his chin. “Okay. Should I apologize for making you come?”
“No.” I run my hand over his wet chest. One flat, brown nipple hardens beneath my fingers. “I’m just voicing my disapproval.”
“So, what, you crashed my shower to punish me?” One side of his mouth lifts in a crooked grin. His metallic blue eyes smolder when he says the word punish.
“Something like that.”
I glide my hand down his chest and encircle his shaft.
He inhales sharply, eyes narrowing with arousal. Water droplets pool over his upper lip. Feeling bold, I lean forward and lick the moisture off. Then I meet his gaze and offer a crooked grin of my own, before sinking to my knees and taking his cock in my mouth.
This time his jagged intake of breath is followed by a low groan. His hands tangle in my hair, which has matted against my forehead. I push a few wet strands out of my eyes and lick him from base to tip, enjoying his masculine taste.
And unlike Ben, I take my time teasing him. I drag my lips over his tip, sucking, kissing, stroking his balls with my palm. I torture him with long strokes of my tongue and pull back each time he tries to thrust deeper.
His husky moans and the feel of the hot water streaming over my breasts drives me crazy. I clamp my knees together and try to focus on bringing him to the edge, until he tugs at my hair and I look up to meet his heavy-lidded gaze.