Total pages in book: 105
Estimated words: 101101 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 506(@200wpm)___ 404(@250wpm)___ 337(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 101101 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 506(@200wpm)___ 404(@250wpm)___ 337(@300wpm)
“Don’t play games.” His eyes, the same color as the whiskey he’s drinking, meet mine. “I heard you tell your friend that asshole you were dating was incapable of making you come …”
“And don’t forget about the guy who was allergic to pussy,” Nicole adds with a smile at the same time I hiss, “Are you stalking me?”
“Did you not just hear where I’m staying?” Kane says dryly. “I came to the bar to grab a drink, and it wasn’t difficult to hear you telling her about your lacking sex life.”
Oh, right. He’s staying at the country club.
I glance at him just in time to see his tongue slide across his pouty lips, wetting them. I consider playing hard to get, but this guy is offering to make me come twice—yes, I heard the part about three times, but I’m not spending the night. If he can make me come once, it will be more than what Theo could do during the months that we were together.
“And I can assure you that I’m not allergic to pussy.” He stands and extends his hand for me to take. “You coming?”
“I sure as hell hope so.”
“Are you sure about this?” Nicole asks.
After Kane propositioned me, she dragged me to the restroom to make sure this was really what I wanted to do.
“Yeah, I need to do this. To know if it’s me … if I’m the problem.”
She grins. “Look at you, quoting T. Swift.”
She starts to sing the song, and I roll my eyes. The woman is a professional Swiftie.
“Okay, go,” she says once she’s done. “Go see if you’re the problem. But make sure you text me his room number in case I need the police to find you and call me afterward so I know you’re alive.”
“Will do.” I pull my keys out of my purse, but she shakes her head.
“I’m good. I’m going to have another drink and then take an Uber home.”
After we freshen up, I give her a hug, and then Kane and I head up to his room.
Once we’re inside, he goes about taking off his suit jacket, laying it over the dining room chair. The country club only has a couple dozen rooms, but the one he’s staying in is on the nicer side with a full kitchen and living room.
“Have you been here for long?” I ask, noticing that the place is bare of any personal belongings.
“A couple of weeks,” he says, stalking toward me.
“Why are you—”
“Enough talking.”
He takes my face in his hands and crashes his mouth down on mine. His tongue slides between my parted lips, and he tastes like whiskey and determination.
His hands glide down my ass cheeks, and he hoists me into his arms, carrying me into the room, where he drops me onto the center of the bed.
“Take off your clothes,” he demands.
And every hope I had about this man is shattered. He wants to dominate in the bedroom, which is what most women would want. A man who is determined to make her come. And it’s what I should want, but it’s not what I need.
I do as he said because we’re already here, so I might as well try. But I already know I won’t be coming once, let alone twice, tonight.
Once my clothes are off, he spreads my legs and dives right in with gusto. He has no problem finding my clit, but I’ve already lost the desire for an orgasm.
He licks and sucks, and I get lost in my head, wondering if this is how it’s always going to be. I always blame the men, but the truth is, I’m the one with the issues.
After a few minutes—or maybe longer—I notice the licking has stopped, and when I glance down, I find Kane staring up at me.
Was I lost in my head so long that I was already supposed to fake my orgasm?
Well, shit!
“That was so good,” I lie, sitting up. “Your turn?”
“What the fuck did you just say?” He leans back and glares at me.
“I said it was good …”
“What was good? You didn’t make a fucking sound, and when I stopped touching you for over a minute, you didn’t even notice.”
Oops.
“Sorry, but, um, it was good.”
I reach for his belt buckle, but he moves out of my grasp and stands.
“What is this? Some kind of game you play? You were bitching about not orgasming, yet you checked out before even giving me a chance.”
I stare at him for several seconds. I faked my orgasms with Theo every single time, but he never once noticed.
“I’m not playing any games,” I tell him, sliding off the bed and grabbing my clothes from the floor. “It’s not my fault the male species is so busy banging their fists against their chest that they don’t take the time to listen to what a woman needs.”