Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 53466 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 267(@200wpm)___ 214(@250wpm)___ 178(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 53466 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 267(@200wpm)___ 214(@250wpm)___ 178(@300wpm)
I am gone for him but not so far gone that I’m not aware of the situation. At least not yet.
“Condom,” I manage to croak out, not easily with my body softening and demanding to be filled by his thick erection.
“At least someone’s thinking,” he says with a shake of his head.
I hold myself up on her knees, waiting while he leans over and pulls a packet from the nightstand drawer, where we stashed our supply, and covers himself with the condom.
He quickly returns his hands to my hips, lifting me up and placing me over his hard cock once more. I slide down a tiny bit, a tease of sorts, clenching him tight inside me, feeling him as he parts my slick heat.
His big body reverberates, and he groans aloud, a sexy sound of torment I enjoy, and I take him in a little more. And a little more, deliberately torturing him with a slow dance of seduction, at least the slowest I can manage with the flutters of desire beating inside me, growing larger the more of him I take into my body. He grips my hips, his fingertips digging ever harder into my skin until I am sure he’ll leave marks.
Unable to take it any longer, I release my grip on his shaft and slide down hard on top of him, accepting his thick length inside me completely.
“Ride me,” he says in a gritty voice.
“With pleasure.” I grasp his hands in mine, holding on as I begin to slide up and down, a steady beat that allows him to thrust into me over and over, each pass ending with a grind of my sex against his pelvis. Every press of our bodies causing a shock of pleasure to rush over me, stronger each time.
It is fast, it is furious, the pounding of his body up and into mine, and my climax hits almost immediately in a sudden burst of sensation, my orgasm rushing over me in waves that continue as he begins to pump upward, causing me to come harder and longer, as he, too, finds release with a loud shout.
His hips grind into my body, his thickness swelling inside me, and I come again on a sob, collapsing on top of him, his arms bracketing me in warmth.
* * *
Summer
I wake up to the sunlight streaming through the slatted shades, worried about Ben and the day ahead. He rolls over, coming to consciousness slowly, his heavy-lidded stare focusing on me.
“Morning,” he says gruffly in his sexy, sleep-roughened voice.
“Good morning.” I lie on my side and meet his gaze.
“Listen, don’t worry about being alone today. I’ll get someone over here to look out for you before I go bail out my father.” He pushes himself up in the bed and leans against the headboard. “If I can’t get someone from Alpha Security, Dan will call in a favor and get a person he trusts from another company to take over.”
“What?” I ease myself into a sitting position as well, pulling the covers up and over my bared breasts. “No. I’m coming with you.”
He frowns at my words. “I am not taking you to a county jail. And I’m sure as hell not exposing you to my father after a night in a cell.” He wrinkles his nose in disgust. “I’m your bodyguard, and my job is to keep you safe.”
“Oh, cut the crap,” I mutter, knowing excuses when I hear them. He is obviously embarrassed by the situation and he doesn’t want me there, but tough luck.
“What the hell does that mean?”
“We might not have a label on what’s happening between us…” And he might want it to be about sex… “But it’s more than just you’re my bodyguard.” I reach out and gently stroke his cheek, letting my touch linger. “I … care about you, and I’m going to be beside you when you deal with your dad and his situation.”
His mulish expression hasn’t changed, but I ignore it just as I plan to ignore any argument he forms. “I’ll take a fast shower and be ready to go when you are,” I say, rising from the bed.
“Do I have a choice?” he asked in a grumpy tone.
I shake my head. I’m not taking no for an answer. Which is why I find myself beside Ben in an Uber to his apartment, so he can grab his car keys and drive us in his SUV to pick up his father.
Ben is silent on the way there, and I don’t press him to talk, just grateful he didn’t find a way to leave me behind. I meant what I said. We might not have a defined relationship, but I more than care about him and I know it. I have a feeling he does, too, but he hasn’t indicated he feels any more for me than convenient, easy sex buddies while we are together. Our chemistry is off the charts. It always has been.