Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 92376 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 462(@200wpm)___ 370(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92376 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 462(@200wpm)___ 370(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
“How long do you think you’ll have the upper hand, though?” I ask, stroking my crotch up against his pelvis.
He sneers. “You’re sick.”
“I can’t wait to show you just how sick.”
I move quickly toward him, until my lips are millimeters from his. “I can’t wait to have you begging for me to come in that cunt.”
His cheeks pinken, but like when I licked him, he doesn’t fight me. He remains still. I move even closer, until our lips graze against each other’s.
“Stop it,” he demands, pulling back.
“Bet those lips feel as good on my mouth as they felt on my cock,” I breathe, staring at their perfect arches. “But you don’t get to have this yet, wifey.”
“Good because I don’t want them. Ever.”
“You want a lot more than that.” I rock my hips, pleasuring myself against him. “You want to know what my tongue will feel like against your ass, how good I’ll be at opening you up and making you take me fully.”
“Never.”
“Liar.”
“I’m straight.”
“I still don’t give a shit.”
I lean in like I’m about to kiss him, which as predicted, makes him pull away, giving me the upper hand. Using my weight, I push up, thrusting hard enough to shift his balance. I roll on top of him, where I belong. He’s still holding my wrists, trying for an advantage, which makes me laugh.
“If I hadn’t spent all my energy on my jog, I’d be kicking your ass right now.”
“I see I’ve already got you thinking about my ass. We’re getting close.” I breathe in another whiff of coconut.
“Can we call a truce, and you get the hell off me?” he pushes.
“I’m not the one who started this.”
“You’re the one who broke into my room and attacked me in the shower.”
“I was let into the room, and I pulled you from the shower. Then you attacked me.”
He glares at me, though I don’t care how he feels about any of it; I know I’m right.
“If I let you go, promise not to hit me?”
He hesitates before conceding. “Okay. Just get the fuck off.”
“Not the way I want to get off, but fine.” I release and crawl off him.
He huffs and gets up, giving me a chance to get another full view of that beautiful body I’ve been deprived of since I had him in my study, when I could have done whatever the hell I wanted to him and there wasn’t a damn thing he could’ve done about it.
He grabs his towel, immediately blocking my view before turning to me.
I hold my hand out for him to help me up, and he folds his arms.
“You’re going to make every moment difficult, aren’t you?” I ask.
“You’re not exactly making this easy.”
I push to my feet, appreciating the adrenaline he’s got pulsing through me and the thick erection he’s worked up. And I can’t help but notice the tent in his towel.
“What’s that?” I ask.
He glances around uneasily. “What?”
“Ah, now I know why you grabbed that towel so fast.”
His jaw clenches.
“I think this is the sexiest face you make, by the way.”
He rushes me. “Just because I got a little hard doesn’t mean I was turned on by that.”
“Admit you’re as curious as I am.”
He hesitates—another victory. I don’t even care if I’m deluding myself. All I know is, he devoured my cock and now he’s turned on by rolling around the bathroom with me.
“It’s okay, Logan. You have time to consider that boner before our date on Friday.”
“I have plans.”
“I know you do. With me.”
He scowls, and fuck if that doesn’t make me harder. I need to get out of here before this desire consumes me.
“I’ll text you where to meet me. And I expect a reply. Promptly.”
“What is promptly to you?”
“You’ll figure that out, one way or another. But I’d be careful because even if your guys aren’t as willing to let me in next time, I will tear this entire house apart to find you.” My gaze fixes on his mouth. I rest my forefinger on his lips, and that feels like it’s just pushed some precum from my cock. “See you Friday, wifey.” I move slowly, until my face is near his throat, and he doesn’t move as I press my teeth into his skin, forcing indentations. I offer a lick before pulling away and locking gazes with him. “I’m going to devour every part of you,” I assure him, and he gulps.
But I must restrain myself for now, so I clench my fists and pry myself away from him, hurrying out the door.
I didn’t realize how worked up he got me until I’m standing in the hall with the guys. My face is hot, breathing intense, the rush like electric currents surging, my dick still twitching. I’m half tempted to dash back in and make him mine, but I wisely continue down the hall.