Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 80153 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 401(@200wpm)___ 321(@250wpm)___ 267(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80153 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 401(@200wpm)___ 321(@250wpm)___ 267(@300wpm)
She runs her hand down my arm, and hell, do I ever love that she’s using her permission slip at last. She can keep those hands on me all night long. I fucking love how she touches me, how much she wants to explore. She makes me feel like a cat, arching, purring, asking for more.
Turning to her side, she props her head in her hand, resting on her elbow. “We should talk. Don’t you think?”
“Sure.” I still sound groggy, but it’s just the drug wearing off. The drug of her. Sobriety doesn’t interest me, though. I need another hit. I kiss her neck, inhaling her clean skin.
She wriggles against me, gliding her hands over my belly. “Mmm. You’re distracting me.”
“I’m good at that.” I nibble on her earlobe, flicking my tongue against her red cherry earrings. “These are sexy.”
“Thank you.”
I run my hand through her hair. “Your hair is sexy.”
She smiles. “Thank you.”
“You’re sexy.”
She smiles, then wiggles her eyebrows. “And to think I was positively sure you were pretty much a blonde or bust type of guy.”
I scoff. “Well, you were wrong.”
“I suppose I was. What a surprise. A welcome one, since I didn’t think you were into me.”
Time to roll my eyes like I’ve never rolled them before. “You find it surprising that I like you? After we just fucked each other’s brains out?”
A faint blush spreads over her cheeks. “Maybe.” She shrugs.
“Fine. One roll in the hay isn’t enough evidence for you, so clearly we’ll need to do it again.”
“Well, duh.”
“But maybe you’re right. Maybe fucking each other senseless isn’t proof enough, because I sure as hell thought you would never give me the time of day.”
“Seriously?” Her voice goes soft. “I was never mean to you.”
“I know. You were always good to me. But you were also so tough when I tried to flirt with you. When I did things to get your attention. You were so impervious. So professional.”
“I thought it was all just a game. Just you being your playful self.”
“You did?”
She nods. “I figured the towel drop and the flirty comments were just who you were. And if I let myself think they meant anything more, I’d have been an idiot.”
“They meant more,” I say.
“But I had no idea.” Vulnerability flashes in her irises. “I had to be strong. I had to be professional around you.”
“Why?” I prop my head in my hand, mirroring her.
“I couldn’t risk letting on how I really felt.”
A cocky grin spreads on my face. I poke her shoulder. “Admit it. You do like me.”
Nudging my side, she whispers, “Obviously.” She winks. “I mean, obviously I like the orgasm you just gave me. That’s what I wanted to say.”
I flop my head dramatically on the pillow and mime stabbing myself in the heart. “I’m wounded. She only wants me for my dick.”
She bends her face to mine and brushes her lips over my jawline. “I like you and your dick, and I’d like more orgasms.”
“Good, but I’m still filing a report on you.”
Flinching, she pulls back. “For what? For sexual harassment?”
I laugh, my head shaking vigorously. “No. God, no. I wouldn’t even joke about that, not in this climate, and not ever. And it’s a damn good thing we work together, not as one person under the other.”
“But I was just under you.” She gives a sly little wink, and I’m loving this new side of Jillian. It was there all along, and even though she’s been professional, she’s definitely been playful with me at times. But now with the clothes off, the sassy flirt I’ve seen hints of has fully emerged.
I move over her, pinning her beneath me, my palms planted flat by her shoulders. “And you will be under me again,” I say, and she lets out a sexy little murmur. “But mostly I was going to file a report to put myself on the injured reserve, because I think you sent me into an orgasm coma there.”
“One orgasm is all it takes to induce a coma? You’re easy.”
“Easy? Hardly. I still can’t function fully because of the magnitude. It was like a nine-point-eight on the Richter scale.”
If I thought Jillian had a great smile, I was wrong. She has a magnificent smile. She has a heart-stopping smile. Because now I’m rewarded with the biggest grin in the world. “Hmm. That does sound rather intense,” she says. “Is there anything at all to do to revive you?”
I pretend as if I’m devoting deep thought to the topic. “More sex, for starters. A blow job, possibly. Maybe let me go down on you.”
“I don’t believe I was stopping you before. I think you’re the one who wanted to skip straight to the main attraction.”
“Woman, are you challenging me? I will go down on you right now.”
“You will?”
I nod. “Why do you act like that’s surprising?”