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 wanted to reciprocate. I was about to offer when he tensed against me and I heard male voices echoing through the garage.
“Sounds like Dalton’s got company. Might be a customer,” he rasped.
My legs dropped weakly from his hips and he helped me to my feet, supporting me when my knees started to buckle.
“Oops.” My face flushed with embarrassment.
And post-O pride. Don’t lie.
I was feeling a little full of myself.
Who had two thumbs and could finally relate to the lyrics to Afternoon Delight?
This girl.
“Gus?”
I glanced up and bit the inside of my cheek. He was wound up tight, his jaw clenched, his cheeks flushed and his eyes bright with need. For me. I wanted to drag him home for another round, one that would focus entirely on him. “Yes, Boss Babysitter Motor Daddy?”
The hand on my arm turned caressing. “How would you feel if I told you I wanted this to happen again?”
Did he think I’d argue? “I’d feel like I was about to say the same thing. Give me a few minutes and I’ll be ready to go.”
His smile was tight but genuine. “I’m still serious about taking my time with you. I’ll make you come whenever you ask, but I don’t want us rushing into more until we’re both ready for it.”
“You don’t want to rush…into sex?”
“There are a hell of a lot of ways for me to give you pleasure, August. You asked what I wanted? I’d like to try all of them.”
That sounded too good to be true. “I’m game. As long as you let me return the favor.”
He shook his head slowly. “That’s not what I’m talking about. This isn’t another favor swap. I give and you take for now. That’s the deal.”
The words hit me like a drug, making me sway a little with their potency. The thought of lying back and letting him shower me with his orgasm-inducing magic without worrying about anything else was the stuff fantasies were made of.
But letting him give me pleasure without being able to return it? It flew squarely in the face of my entire sexual history and my own sense of fair play. “Do you not want me touching you?”
“I can only think of one thing I want more,” he said, his voice graveled and deep. “And that’s getting the chance to watch you let go, without needing to give back twice as much as you take. Exploring you without getting distracted. Touching you and seeing what makes you moan. What turns you on.”
“Everything you’ve done so far turns me on,” I told him honestly. “Everything you’re saying works too. Except for the part where I don’t get to explore you right back.”
“You’ve got your Retta rules. Consider this one of mine for now. We get to know each other first, while I give you what you said you wanted instead of romance.”
Orgasms. He was asking to get to know me while giving me orgasms and denying himself.
“Is this a kinky thing? Does it have a time limit? A milestone we have to reach before I can, say, suck your dick?”
I couldn’t believe I’d said that. If I’d had any filter left, the endorphins must have destroyed it.
Wade couldn’t believe it either. He choked out a “Damn, Gus.” Part laughter, part sexual frustration, his eyes full of heat. “Let’s give it a few days and see how it goes.”
He did not answer my kink question. But if he kept a chest full of handcuffs and whips somewhere, I needed to know about it, right? I’d have to do more research, because other than that weird movie with the red room, I had no idea what I was getting into. It might be a deal breaker.
Hah. Wade wants to give you more orgasms like the one you’re still recovering from. Deal breakers in this scenario don’t exist.
Yeah. Who was I trying to kid here? “You know denying me is only going to make me want it more.”
“That’s the idea,” he murmured as he brushed a kiss along my jaw. “Say yes, Gus.”
“A few days,” I said breathlessly. “I guess I can get on board with a few days. I’m in.”
“Good girl.” There was an intriguingly possessive gleam in his eyes. “Now get your sweet ass back to work.”
He did like to play. Good to know.
The crowd had thinned by the time I got back to the icehouse, and a couple of employees had managed to make it in for the evening shift despite the flooding, including a cook who’d introduced himself as Frank. Bernie, after giving me a long look that told me she might have suspicions about what I’d been up to, sent me home with orders to wear better shoes for my next shift.
The look on her face when I said I planned on it?
Priceless.
I liked catching her off guard, but the more I thought about it on the drive home, the less amusing it was. She hadn’t thought I would come back. Hadn’t expected me to step up and take a few shifts for the sake of my pregnant goddaughter. My only regular visitor and the closest I’d get to having a child of my own.