Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 80834 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 404(@200wpm)___ 323(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80834 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 404(@200wpm)___ 323(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
“Fuck,” Jack bites out, his face flushed as he looks down at me, abs straining. “Holy shit.”
I merely smile up at him before twirling my tongue around his still dripping glans, just to watch his reaction.
“I’m glad I got my Vitamin D for the day,” is my coy mewl. “In the best way possible, too.”
Jack groans again, and when I stand, my knees are grass-stained and I’m pretty sure my lipstick is a disaster. But I don’t care because I finally tasted my man, and it was worth it. Jack looks at me, hungrily, and I know he’s not done yet.
“You were incredible, Eliza,” he rasps, pulling me in for a bruising kiss.
I wrap my arms around him, feeling that hard male form as my breasts are crushed against his chest.
“So are you,” I coo. “That was so fun.”
His blue eyes darken.
“Yeah, but can’t let anyone know, sweetheart,” he rasps, expression intent. “They’d kill you and me both.”
“I know,” I whisper, and I do.
But as we walk back toward the parking lot, his hand finds mine, and we don’t let go until we reach our cars.
Then, the alpha male leans down, kisses me soft and slow, and promises to call.
I believe him because I’m already halfway in love with my handsome Uncle Jack … and I only want more.
I spend the rest of the day in a haze, floating through the hours like a girl who’s dreaming about her favorite celeb crush. Mom is at her weekly book club, Dad is in the garage yelling at the water heater, and I have the house to myself for the first time in weeks. I pad up to my room, bare feet silent on the stairs, and collapse on my bed, limbs all tangled and loose.
The room is a mess—makeup on the desk, laundry in three different heaps, the stuffed bear I got for my seventeenth birthday slumped over like he’s been on a bender. The lamp on my nightstand casts a soft pink glow, making everything look forgiving and unreal.
But tonight, for the first time since the camming started, I don’t even think about logging on. Not when the taste of Jack’s semen is still on my lips. Not when my body’s humming for his touch. The camera and tripod stay in their hiding place, and I ignore the notifications piling up on my phone from my top customers. Instead, I unlock my phone and open a text thread with Tara, my only friend who knows about my secret second job.
I send: “So. I did it. OMG, in Lakeville Park.”
The typing bubble pops up instantly: “What??? What are you talking about?”
I text: “Remember that guy I told you about, my dad’s gorgeous friend from the Air Force?”
It takes a minute, but then: “THE SILVER FOX?! SHUT. UP. DID YOU REALLY.”
Me: “Yes, and it was wonderful.”
“But what did you do? OMG, u slut.”
I swallow because here comes the big confession.
“He and I hid behind some trees and I tasted him. It was … I don’t even have words.”
My friend is silent for a moment. Then her text comes through.
“How big?”
I snort because my buddy is so incorrigible sometimes! What the hell? Rolling onto my back and propping the phone on my nose, I text: “Big. Like, dangerously big. He tried to say no and then I made him say yes.”
Tara: “OMG GIRL. Did anyone see?”
Me: “No. We were in the trees. He kissed me after.”
Tara: “You’re living my dream. You are my hero. Heroine. Was it good?”
Me: “You have no idea. He’s so hot when he’s losing control. And he tasted amazing.”
Tara replies immediately. “I want a detailed report. Also, are you trying to get murdered by your dad???”
Me: “Not on purpose. But it’s worth it.”
Tara: “Famous last words. This man is your dad’s BFF and twice your age. Omg. What was his name again?”
Me: “Jack. And I know. But I want more.”
Tara: “I want more for you. Also, vitamin D jokes incoming.”
She follows it with an obscene GIF and a string of eggplant emojis. I giggle, tucking my face into the pillow, vibrating with the reckless joy of it all. My body still thrums with the memory—Jack’s hands, his mouth, the stunned look on his face when I took him all the way to the finish line. My tongue flickers out, remembering his saltiness, and I clench my thighs together with need. I wonder if he’s thinking about me, or if he’s already decided it was a mistake.
I stare at the ceiling, letting my mind run wild with what might happen next: Jack knocking on my window in the middle of the night, Jack sneaking me into a hotel room, Jack showing up at my work and pinning me against the copy machine as I ride that huge monster, uncaring if my co-workers hear. Every version is better than the last.