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)
“But—”
“No buts. You need a break and you’ve got free time,” he insists, directing me to the bank of elevators leading to the suite we were given as a courtesy for the day.
“Fine. Let’s go up,” I say in a tense tone. I don’t mean to be a bitch, but I am upset with how today is going. I don’t want the opportunity to slip by me because Tawny knows how to get the first and last word.
The elevator doors open, and Ben places a hand on my back, stepping out into the hall and guiding me to the room at the far end, where earlier we dropped off my cosmetics and a change of clothes, just in case.
He slides the key card over the sensor, and the green light flashes. He opens the door, propping it with one foot so I can step inside.
No sooner have I entered than Ben swings me into his arms. “Ben!” I grab him around his neck so I can hold on. “What are you doing?”
“I’m going to relax you.”
“How?”
He grins and strides to the big king-size bed, depositing me in the center. “How do you think?” He slides his wallet from his jeans, removes a condom, and drops it onto the bed.
“Ooh,” I say, completely on board with his notion of relaxation.
He grasps my legs, sliding me down toward where he stands at the edge of the mattress. My skirt rides up, revealing my barely there thong panties, which he promptly removes. Cool air rushed over my suddenly damp flesh, causing my hips to wriggle, need flushing across my skin.
His gaze narrows on my swollen sex.
Aroused, I slide my legs farther apart in readiness, absolutely on board with his plan.
I don’t want to worry until the next round of interviews. Leave it to Ben to take care of me. “I like the way you think.”
“I realize you have to be back downstairs and need time to pull yourself together after.” He drops his holster onto the floor, unbuttons his jeans, his cock springing free, hard and thick. “Ready for a fast ride?”
I run my tongue over my lips, my gaze on his pulsing erection. “I’m ready for you.”
He bends his head and swirls his tongue around my already needy sex. I groan and grasp on to the bedding as he eats at me like a man who can’t get enough, who has single-minded focus, and whose attention is wholly centered on me. After all our time together, he knows what I like and need and immediately zeroes in on my clit.
Desire slams into me hard and fast, no slow buildup, just zero to sixty, my climax suddenly and quickly within reach. I moan and switch my grasp from the bedspread to his hair, holding him in place while I rock my face against his mouth, chasing the waves of pleasure that rush through me.
He tongues my clit in a perfect rhythm that has me spiraling higher until I peak, my orgasm taking me into utter bliss. I am lost to sensation, only coming back to myself when Ben, sheathed with a condom, settles between my thighs.
The head of his cock breaches my entrance, but I have no time to focus. His mouth comes down on mine, and I taste my musky scent on his lips. At the same moment, he takes me hard, his erection thrusting into me.
“F-u-c-k,” he says, drawing out the syllable. He drops down over me, bracing his hands on either side of my shoulders, his chest reverberating against mine.
“Ben, God.” I feel him everywhere as he throbs inside me, my inner walls clasping him tight, my emotions fully engaged as our bodies join completely.
Instead of a hard and fast taking, Ben rocks into me, grinding against my clit with every shift and pitch of his hips. Sensation begins to take hold and build once more. Swirling need envelopes me, and I cry out, the sweet feelings he inspires driving me higher and higher.
“Come with me,” he says, sliding a hand between our bodies and pressing against my most sensitive spot.
“Oh God.” Waves of desire shake me, sparks of pleasure shooting out from my clit to every nerve ending I possess. “Ben. I’m coming!”
“Right there with you,” he promises, and he begins a punishing rhythm. I explode once more, my climax a burst of glorious light and feeling, as he groans and comes, too, my name on his lips.
He collapses on top of me, and we pant in unison, until reality slowly returns.
“Can’t breathe,” I say, and he rolls off me, keeping my hand in his as he falls onto his back.
“That was a real stress reducer.” I grin, but inside I am more serious than I’ve ever been. Because what just happened between us?
That was too intense to soothe me. Instead all I can do is feel—Ben inside me, Ben coaxing me to come, calling my name as he climaxed right after me. The sensations went beyond sex. He tagged every emotion I have: Love, caring, yearning.