Total pages in book: 121
Estimated words: 115577 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 578(@200wpm)___ 462(@250wpm)___ 385(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 115577 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 578(@200wpm)___ 462(@250wpm)___ 385(@300wpm)
“I have a bucket list, and I want you to help me with it.”
He frowned, but I could feel how his heart was matching the pulse of mine, how it was thumping hard against his rib cage in anticipation. “I don’t think this is the best time to be going on adventures. You’re supposed to be resting.”
“And I will. This is a different kind of list, and I think now is the perfect time for it, actually.”
“Why do I feel like I’m walking into a trap?”
I smirked, and because I couldn’t help myself, I pressed up onto my toes and licked along his jaw, reveling in the scrape of his stubble against my tongue.
“Em,” he warned, his grip moving from my hips to gently hold my arms. It was like he was torn between restraining himself or hauling me into him for more.
“It’s a naughty bucket list,” I admitted, the words a whisper in the shell of his ear. “All the dirty things I want to try before I die.”
“Em,” he warned again.
I smiled in victory when his cock pulsed against my stomach, already thick and hard under his joggers.
“Come now, Boss. You said anything,” I reminded him with a tease. I slipped my fingers beneath the band of his pants, tugging him closer as he sucked in a stiff, heated breath. “Time to make good on that promise.”
Braden
“We can’t.”
Even as the words came from my throat, they were gravelly and raw and not very convincing. I was already letting my hands grip her tighter, letting myself pull her closer just to feel the tiniest bit of friction of her body against my aching cock.
“Sure, we can,” she argued.
“We signed a contract.”
“Which you’re breaking by being here right now.”
“That’s different,” I panted as Emily ran her nails up into my hair, her lips teasing along my neck. “I’m just checking in on you. They wouldn’t fire us for this.”
“Mmm, well, what if you dicking me down is just what the doctor ordered for my recovery?”
“Christ, Em,” I cursed, eyes rolling shut as she nipped at my jaw with a smile. I was careful not to touch her injured arm, and truthfully I was afraid to move my grip from where I was holding fast to her hips. I knew if I let go, I’d let go entirely — I’d have her pinned against the wall, her leg hiked up, my cock pressed against her and my mouth eagerly devouring hers.
I was holding on by a thread as it was.
“There are a lot of fun things on the list,” Emily continued, walking her fingertips down my chest. “Road head. Role play. Sex in the kitchen. Strip tease. Sex in public.”
“That one is definitely out,” I panted.
“So you’re considering the others?”
I wet my lips, the hormones raging a war in my body against my poor common sense and logic. “Emily, there is nothing I want more than to bury myself inside you, to hear all those little jokes you make disappear the second I bottom out and feel you clench around me.”
She bit her lip, pressing into me like that was exactly what she wanted, too.
“But we can’t,” I said, voice pained and dry. “There’s too much at risk. For both of us.”
“So we keep it a secret.”
“We could lose our jobs.”
“Not if they don’t find out.”
I let out a fiery breath. My resolve was leaving me by the second, especially when she walked those fingertips down to my joggers again. This time, she slid them over the fabric instead of toying with the band, her palm covering my hard-on and squeezing with the perfect amount of pressure.
I moaned, my head falling back.
Hold it together, Lock.
“Besides, I’m not even technically a dancer right now. I’m injured,” she reminded me.
“Another reason we shouldn’t fuck around. You could get hurt even worse.”
“I have a feeling you’d be careful with me,” she whispered, and my cock jumped at the thought, begging for the chance to try. “Then again, maybe you’d rough me up. I’d like it either way.”
“Em.”
“That’s not helping, you know,” she said breathlessly, her eyes falling to my lips. She was so fucking gorgeous it hurt to look at her — her sleepy, heated eyes, the hair I’d just had my hands in, that she’d trusted me with. She was all cozy in her sweatsuit, and I knew without testing my theory that she didn’t have a bra on. I doubted she had panties on, either.
She was right there, close enough to touch, to take, if only my brain would shut up and let me.
“Every time you say my name like that, I think about that day in the gym. I think about your hands on me, your mouth, the way your face looked when you came.”
“Fuck,” I hissed, and my body moved without permission. My grip tightened on her hips as I rubbed my cock against her hand. My whole body shivered with the friction, with the notion of what I could have if I just said yes.