Total pages in book: 162
Estimated words: 153946 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 770(@200wpm)___ 616(@250wpm)___ 513(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 153946 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 770(@200wpm)___ 616(@250wpm)___ 513(@300wpm)
I was so lost in the moment, that I was only half aware of what I was doing as I grabbed his wrist and urged his hand into my panties, silently begging for more of his touch.
“Damn it, August,” he swore against my mouth, stroking the backs of his knuckles lightly over me. “We can’t do this here.”
“Why not? You’re the boss, the door is closed, and I thought you wanted us to spend time together.”
I tilted my hips forward invitingly. Touch me.
He bit my lower lip hard enough to sting and looked into my eyes, his rough fingertips grazing my clit and slipping through my wet, aching sex.
“Yes.”
“August.”
We both groaned at the evidence of my arousal. His broad chest heaved as he fought for the control I didn’t want him to have.
“Just this,” he rasped out, sounding pained. “Just this for now.”
He silenced my denial, angling his head for a deeper kiss while pressing one thick digit deep inside me. Slow enough for me to stop him if I wanted to.
My grip on his wrist tightened, letting him know that stopping was not an option for me.
Things got serious once his finger found what I assumed was my G-spot, since no one else had ever bothered to look for it and I’d never felt anything like that before.
I cried out against his mouth and went wild in his arms, needing to touch him. I let go of his wrist, both hands burrowing beneath his shirt to get at his big, beautiful chest. I let my fingers spear through the warm springs of hair I found there, my nails scraping lightly over his muscular pecs.
I wanted him naked. I wanted him to toss me on his desk and take me until I begged him to stop.
“The first time I take you won’t be on that rickety desk and you won’t want me to stop.” His gritty promise vibrated along my jawline, making me realize I’d said that out loud.
He added a second finger to the first, working them inside me in a rhythm that was robbing me of all coherent thought. “Show me how to get you there, August. Don’t hold back.”
I couldn’t if I wanted to, which was a miracle in itself. It had always taken more foreplay to get my motor running. A lot more. There had been Yelp complaints about how high maintenance my vagina was. But Wade knew exactly what he was doing.
“You’re really good at this,” I informed him in between gasps for air. “In case you were feeling insecure about your performance or anything.”
He buried his face in my neck for a heartbeat. “So cute.”
“Sexy.” I reached for him in retaliation, one hand cupping his erection through his jeans. Or trying to. Holy bananas, he was huge. “Cute gets head pats. Sexy gets some of this.”
“It’s yours.” He swore before kissing me again, fucking me with his fingers, driving me to the edge so swiftly I wanted to scream.
“Don’t stop.”
“Not until you come,” he promised, lifting his mouth and watching his fingers disappear between my legs. “After this, if you want more, anytime you want more, you’ll know exactly who can give it to you.”
All I heard was that he was opening an all you-can-eat satisfaction buffet and he wanted me to be his only customer.
I’d better be his only customer.
“You talk a big game, Hudson,” I panted and rocked against his hand, knowing I was close. Something amazing was right out of reach and I. Just. Needed. To get there.
“It’s not talk if I deliver.”
He curled his fingers, pressing his thumb against my clit in exactly the right way, and then the world started tilting and quaking all around me. His mouth barely covered mine in time to mute my shouts as I rode out my orgasm, coming so hard I saw spots. Or maybe they were stars. I worried I might actually pass out from the intensity of my climax. A blackout orgasm. Was that a thing? I needed to look it up later.
I’d thought they were exaggerating—the people who said the sex was so good it nearly killed them. Who swore they didn’t need a vibrating massager, a few glasses of wine or half a bottle of heated lube to get them where they were going, the way I always had.
The way I used to.
Wade had done this to me with one kiss and one very talented hand in the middle of his place of business. It was the best sex I’d ever had, and we both still had all our clothes on. The thought of what he could accomplish with the rest of his body, more time and a bed was worth any regrets I might have about this later.
He lifted his mouth and pressed a kiss on my temple, murmuring incomprehensibly against my skin as he gently moved my hand away from his erection.