Total pages in book: 124
Estimated words: 115838 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 579(@200wpm)___ 463(@250wpm)___ 386(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 115838 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 579(@200wpm)___ 463(@250wpm)___ 386(@300wpm)
“Zane,” I say his name and I hear him chuckle before his mouth crashes on mine and he finger fucks another orgasm out of me.
“Tonight, when we get home, I want you to ride my face.” He nips my ear. “I want to lie down, and I want you to ride my face like you ride my cock.” His fingers don’t slip out of me, no, not with Zane. He wants another orgasm out of me and he’s fighting to get it. “I’m so hard for you,” he growls, and my hand comes up and undoes his belt, which shouldn’t take me long, but with his fingers in me, I can hardly focus. I spring his cock loose and grip the base of it in my hand.
“After I ride your face,” I close my eyes, “am I going to get to ride this cock?” He groans now. “Have you lie on the bed and straddle you with my ass facing you as I ride.” His finger scrapes over my G-spot and I can feel my legs shaking. “Ride you until I soak the bed.”
“Fuck,” he growls, “I’m going to—” He barely has the word out before I drop to my knees and take him to the back of my throat. One of his hands goes flat on the door, the other in my hair as he shoots his cum down my throat. I take everything he has to give me, waiting for him to go half-mast before I let him pop out of my mouth. I stand back up and he devours my mouth. I’m almost tempted to turn around, lift my dress up, and have him fuck me, but I know, in a matter of minutes, someone will be coming to look for us.
“I have to get back,” I say when he lets me go. “I should check my face.”
“You’re beautiful,” he whispers, and I walk past him to his private bathroom. I turn the lights on and see my lipstick smudged, so I grab a Kleenex and fix it. I apply more of my gloss and then look at myself in the mirror.
I back up as I slip my panties off and then ball them in my hand, walking out, finding Zane waiting for me. “I’m going to go out first,” I tell him. “Then, well, good luck to you.”
I slip my hand into his pocket, leaving my panties, as he bends to kiss my lips softly. “Clean your lips before you come out,” I whisper, walking out of the door and coming face-to-face with Jaxon.
The back of my neck feels like I’m being branded. “Hey,” I say nervously and loudly so Zane can hear me.
“What the fuck are you doing in Zane’s office?” he questions.
“I saw him when I was going to the bathroom.” I try not to stutter. “He said I could use his office if I wanted to.” I shrug. “Then I got a call from my guy, so I shut the door for privacy,” I tell him as he looks at me. “Are you trying to spy on me?” I shake my head and step as far as I can from Zane’s office. “I’m telling Mom on you, and Ariella,” I add, moving away from the door and hoping he follows me. “It’s creepy.”
“I was not spying on you,” he hisses. “I was going to the bathroom and then I saw you.”
“Jaxon,” Kirby shouts from down the hall, “it’s your turn!”
“Hurry, hurry,” I say to him as he looks up and we head back out together. I look over my shoulder, hoping no one catches Zane, and thanking God we dodged another bullet.
twenty-seven
Zane
Her voice pitches high, and I know she’s bumped into someone. I slowly advance to the door and hear Jaxon’s voice. I turn around in a circle, taking in the office and wondering if I should hide in the bathroom, but then that’s fucking creepy. I try not to move too much, in case I bump into something. My heart hammers in my chest and I want to kick myself for putting her in this position, but I couldn’t take being around her and not being able to touch her. It was fucking torture, and I hated every second of it. So what did I do? I texted her and told her to meet me in my office. I planned to just take a moment alone with her to tell her how beautiful she was, but just like always with her, we went skyrocketing to the fucking moon. What started out as a sweet innocent kiss ended with her on her knees.
Now she was outside my office door with her brother arguing, and I was thinking about hiding under my fucking desk.
“I was going to the bathroom and then I saw you,” Jaxon argues with her and then I hear Kirby shouting for him. I look up to the ceiling and breathe a sigh of relief when the voices move away from my office.