Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 87618 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 438(@200wpm)___ 350(@250wpm)___ 292(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87618 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 438(@200wpm)___ 350(@250wpm)___ 292(@300wpm)
He curses in Armenian and keeps trying to get the lock open as I slump down onto the couch and watch. I’ve seen Alexan beat men to death and make insanely accurate shots with his stubby pistol, and yet for some reason, picking this lock is completely messing him up.
I don’t get why. He’s obviously capable. I doubt there’s anything Alexan couldn’t figure out, given enough time. Except he’s right; we’re in a hurry, and it needs to click for him right now.
Stress is written on every inch of my husband. His jaw works, and his shoulders are hunched. He’s working so hard, and maybe that’s the problem. This lock has become a life-or-death situation when really, it’s just a stupid lock.
“You’re trying too hard,” I say suddenly.
“That’s dumb. There’s no such thing.”
I throw a pillow at his head. “Don’t call my ideas dumb.”
“Fine. Sorry. But still.” He growls and gives up on the lock again. “I have to try hard.”
“Lockpicking is about finesse. It’s about feeling the tumblers, working them up one at a time, and getting them into the right position. It’s delicate.”
“I can do delicate.”
“I know, but right now you’re like a monkey trying to solve complex math with a hammer.”
“Your metaphors are wonderful today.”
“Thank you.” I give him a bow. “You just need something to help you relax.”
“I plan on robbing one vicious psychopath to appease another organization full of violent, vicious psychopaths, and if I don’t get this right, they’re going to kill you, your brother, and probably everyone I care about, myself included.”
“Exactly.” I sit up and snap my fingers as an idea hits me. “How about this: for every tumbler you get into position, I’ll take off a piece of clothing. When I’m naked, and you get that lock open, you can do whatever you want with me.”
His eyes light up. A little smile plays on his face. “Are you joking?”
“You need proper motivation.” I lean forward, pressing my breasts together. I give him a pouty smile. “You do want to fuck me, don’t you?”
“Now you’re just distracting me.”
“Come on, Alexan. Stop making excuses and get the lock open so you can use me however you want.”
His eyes narrow, and a smile plays across his face. “You’re a crazy person.”
“Impulsive, remember?” I wiggle my hips a little. “I’m serious though. Tell me when you feel a pin slip into place, and I’ll strip. More and more you’ll unwrap me until I’m naked and wet for you, and then you can do whatever you want.”
He licks his lips. “I’m going to get this lock open, then I’m going to make you suck my cock while I lick your pussy.”
“Oh?” I say, a little thrill of excitement running into my core. “I figured you’d want anal.”
“Boring.” He picks up the lock, the picks, and slips them inside. “Anal makes me yawn. I’d rather listen to you choke and gag on my cock while you come on my tongue. That’s fucking heaven.”
God damn, my husband is a dirty man. I watch him carefully, trying to keep myself calm, but now I’m into this whole idea. Arousal plays through my core, and I want him to get that stupid lock open so I can taste his big dick between my lips.
“Got one,” he says, tongue pinched between his teeth.
“Good boy!” I pull off my shirt. He glances over, eyes fluttering to my tits. “Concentrate.”
“Hard to do that when you’re taking off clothes,” he mutters but keeps going. He’s not nearly so hunched and stressed this time around. Instead, he looks more like himself. His fingers are deft and careful as he wiggles the pick and keeps the tension rod in the right position. He rakes, using the technique I showed him. “Got another.”
“That’s my husband.” I stand and take off my pants.
He clucks his tongue. “I was hoping for the bra.”
“You don’t like my ass?” I turn a little, letting him look.
“I love your ass. And your mouth, and your tongue, and every inch of you.”
I let myself smile big as my heart races. He’s deep in concentration mode now. I want him thinking about me, my body, what he wants to do with me when he wins, not about all the other pressure shoving down on his chest.
He grunts and glances up. “Got another.”
“Here you go, baby.” I reach back and unhook my bra. I let it slide off and cover my tits with my hands. “Keep going.”
“Fucking tease.” His face breaks out into a big grin. “Got another. Guess you’ll have to move those hands.”
“For a man who’s seen me naked plenty already, you sure do seem eager.” I sigh dramatically. “But a deal is a deal.” I drop my hands and slowly slide my panties off. “What now?” I ask, using one arm to cover my tits and the other hand to cover my pussy.