Total pages in book: 163
Estimated words: 164828 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 824(@200wpm)___ 659(@250wpm)___ 549(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 164828 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 824(@200wpm)___ 659(@250wpm)___ 549(@300wpm)
My arousal begins to ignite as I watch her. She puts her hair into a bun, and then she drops to her knees in front of me.
“What are you doing?” I rasp.
She unzips my jeans and pulls them open with a sharp snap. “Worshipping my eggplant.” She takes me in her mouth, and her tongue ripples around my cock.
I tip my head back and spread my legs wide. “That’s it,” I whisper.
She smiles around me and cups my balls as she flicks her tongue over my end.
I feel a fire start within me. I watch as her cheeks hollow when she sucks.
Eliza gives the best head jobs on Earth. There’s nobody hotter than her.
I clench my jaw to try and hold myself back.
She begins to work me hard with her hand, and pre-ejaculate beads. She moans softly when she tastes it.
Her eyes darken as she watches me. “Fuck my mouth,” she breathes around me.
I exhale heavily and take her head in my hands as I slide my cock deep down her throat. “I will, baby. I will.”
Eliza
Nathan’s alarm goes off and I smile sleepily. I’m wrapped in his arms, feeling like a goddess. Something has changed between us. We didn’t fuck last night; we made love.
Sweet, tender love. I know Nathan’s body was made for fucking but his heart was made for loving, and I loved it hard last night. The closeness between us is back, and with every kiss, every touch, I lose a little more of the hurt we caused each other.
He hits snooze on his phone and then he kisses my temple.
“Play hooky with me today,” I say quietly.
I feel him smile behind me. “Don’t tempt me.” He kisses me again before climbing out of bed and disappearing into the bathroom.
I hear the shower turn on, and I doze back off to sleep. It’s so nice having nowhere to go and nothing to do. I could get used to this lifestyle.
Nathan walks back into the bedroom only a few minutes later, making me stir. He’s wearing his navy suit, he’s all dressed up and he smells delicious. He sits on the side of the bed and leans down to kiss me again.
“I’m going, baby.”
I smile sleepily up at him. “Okay.”
He brushes the hair back from my forehead. “Don’t go back to your place. Stay here.” He kisses me softly. “We can have dinner together tonight.”
I wince as I remember…. Oh shit.
“I can’t tonight.” I pull him down on me and kiss him. “Tomorrow night.”
“Why not tonight?”
“I have plans.” My sleepy relaxed state begins to dissipate.
“What plans?”
I frown. “I’m… I’m having dinner with Henry.”
“What?” He jumps to a standing position. “Over my dead fucking body.”
“It’s only to tell him that I’m not interested in him.” I lie back down and close my eyes. It’s too early for this shit.
“You haven’t told him that you aren’t interested yet?”
“I haven’t spoken to him, so I’m sure he already knows, but when he asked me to dinner tonight, I thought that telling him in person was the decent thing to do.”
He marches out into the living room and I put my forearm over my eyes, what is he doing now? He storms back in and shoves my phone in my face. “Call him.”
“What?”
“You call him now and tell him that we’re back together.”
“Nathan.”
“Fucking call him!”
I get out of bed. “I’m not calling him. He was a good friend to me while I was in New York. I owe him the respect of telling him in person.”
“No.”
“We are not back together yet, Nathan—cut it out. I’ll go to dinner and tell him, and then I’ll come back to stay here with you afterward.”
“No.”
“You don’t have a choice.” I march into the bathroom. I sit down to go to the toilet, and he marches in.
“I saw you kiss him, remember, Eliza? I know what he wants!”
I roll my eyes at his dramatics. “Do you mind?” I gesture to me sitting on the toilet. “I’m kind of busy here.”
“Cancel. I mean it.”
“Will you get the hell out while I go to the bathroom?” I yell. “Give me some fucking privacy.”
He storms out.
So much for waking up in my dreamy love bubble this morning. I finish up and wash my hands. I brush my teeth and try to tame my just-fucked hair with my fingers.
God, I’m a mess.
I walk out to find Nathan pacing. The veins are sticking out in his forehead.
“I’ll get ready here. You can drive me there and pick me up, but I am going,” I say calmly. “The choice is yours, Nathan. I’m not taking your bullshit. You know I don’t want him.”
“He wants you.”
“I don’t care.” I bark. “I want you!”
His face softens. “You want me?”
“You know I do.” I mutter dryly. “Stop acting like the victim here.”
He exhales heavily, his jaw still ticking in anger. “You’ll be here when I get home?” he asks.