Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 91065 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 455(@200wpm)___ 364(@250wpm)___ 304(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91065 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 455(@200wpm)___ 364(@250wpm)___ 304(@300wpm)
Dex’s hands are still working magic on my feet, thumbs pressing into the pads as he says, “Every year during the draft, we risk being traded if the team picks a newer, shinier, and less expensive version of ourselves.”
I nod, understanding. Sort of.
I’m still learning.
His large palms move higher below the water, running slowly up my legs. Down again.
Lord, I wish I’d shaved . . .
I cringe every time his hands splay over my thighs—kneading there the same way he kneaded my calves—dying inside because of the hair on my legs, but I remind myself that I’m naked and men love naked women . . .
Chapter 35
Dex
“You drive me crazy.”
“In a good way?”
Margot’s hair is beginning to curl at the tips from the steam in the tub, and her cheeks are flushed in the most adorable, sexy way.
I watch as she adjusts herself, staring at her tits when they rise above the water. Goddamn, they’re pretty. Not the biggest boobs I’ve ever seen, but definitely the sweetest. My mouth is watering for a taste.
“In the best way.” Her voice is filled with desire and sends jolts of need to my groin.
I lean toward her to kiss her neck. Trail my lips down to her collarbone. Give her wet flesh a lick, because why not?
Salty. Sweet.
The combination of the hot water and the heat between us is almost overwhelming, and I cannot stop myself from muttering “You’re so beautiful” against her skin, my hands moving to grip her hips, guiding her so she fits to my body. “I can’t get enough of you.”
Her chest rises and falls. “Did you draw me this bath just so you could seduce me?”
My laugh is tortured because my dick wants to be part of the conversation too. “No. I’m not that smart.” I chuckle. “But in the short time I’ve known you, I know you like to multitask.”
“Plus, if we get dirty, we won’t have to get cleaned up?”
“Exactly.” My voice is husky, my body hard as the water sloshes every time we move, giving me glimpses of her wet, slippery tits.
I am so fucking turned on it’s stupid.
Her hands move to my chest, fingers tracing the contours of my muscles, the tip of her index nail trailing the curve of my pec. Over my nipple. Down the center of my clavicle.
Margot tilts forward, so much so that the tip of my cock pokes her pussy—I can’t see it, but I know a pussy when I feel one—and I can feel her breath against my skin. Hot. Warm.
She tilts her head back, eyes locking on to mine with an intensity that makes my pulse quicken.
She’s turned on too.
Yes . . .
I press my mouth to hers in a slow, sensual kiss. Her taste is intoxicating—like peppermint gum or toothpaste—and it only makes me crave more. I deepen the kiss, my tongue teasing hers, drawing a soft moan from her lips.
Margot is eager, her hands sliding over my naked skin, up the column of my neck to tangle in my hair. She pulls me closer still . . .
Slides onto me.
The water laps around us, threatening to spill over the side of the tub and onto the tile floor.
My lips trail kisses along her jawline. I kiss the spot beneath her ear I’ve recently discovered makes her wet, savoring the feel of her beneath my lips.
More.
I want more ’cause obviously I want to fuck her.
“Bath time is so fun. I should do it more,” I murmur into her ear.
“Not without me.”
She has my full attention. “I’m listening.”
Margot shrugs, plunging her hands beneath the water, swallowed up by the bubbles. “That’s it. Just . . . no baths without me.”
I like the direction this is headed. “Does that mean you forgive my douchebaggery?”
Her mouth twists, noncommittal. “Jury is still out, but they’re thinking about it.”
“Can’t argue with that.”
Margot’s fingers tangle in my hair, her nails scraping lightly against my scalp as she rides me. Her movements are slow and deliberate, each one sending waves of pleasure through me.
She’s taking the lead, and me likes it.
Me likes it a lot . . .
Her hands reappear at the surface with a bar of soap. She lathers it up against her palms, then sets it aside before running them over my shoulders and chest, her movements both tender and sensual.
My skin puckers.
Her fingers glide along my arms, down my back, and then lower. Exploring and teasing. Each touch sends shivers rippling through me, despite the hot temperature of the water.
I want to shout Halle-Fucking-Luyah, satisfied when this time the water does slosh onto the floor, splashing a decent-size puddle I’ll worry about later.
I can’t resist pulling her closer, hands on her ass.
Fingers gripping.
She grinds slowly, pussy running the length of my cock.
Teasing.
Testing my willpower.
It’s paper thin at this point.
Worse when her movements become more deliberate, each roll of her hips driving me wild. Each roll of her hips makes me want to slide inside her and thrust.