Total pages in book: 98
Estimated words: 95049 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 475(@200wpm)___ 380(@250wpm)___ 317(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95049 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 475(@200wpm)___ 380(@250wpm)___ 317(@300wpm)
“You’re thinking too hard for a woman who’s sitting in a hot tub under the stars.”
I chuckle and glance over at Lorenzo, who’s standing above me in his swim shorts, sans shirt. He wore a shirt earlier, so I didn’t get to ogle his muscles, but now, I get to do just that. And since Leo is in bed, I won’t be interrupted.
“Get your work problem sorted?” I ask as he drops his phone onto the lounge chair and descends the steps into the hot tub.
“I don’t want to talk about work.” He steps into my space and, gripping the tops of my thighs, spreads my legs apart. “I want to talk about how sexy you look in this tiny fucking bikini.” He lifts his hand and runs it along the string that leads to the triangle covering my left breast. “Of course it’s white, like the angel you are … with cherries all over it.” He grins wolfishly, running the tip of his finger along the material and stopping at my nipple. “Did you buy this for me?”
“Why would I buy this bikini for you?” I breathe out, glancing down at my now-hardened nipple, thanks to his touch.
“Because …” He lowers the top of the triangle, exposing my nipple. “I’m the one who popped your cherry.”
Oh, holy fucking hell. He did not just say that.
I open my mouth to tell him the truth, but the words won’t come out—because how the hell do you tell the person who thinks you had sex with him so you wouldn’t be sold to a sex trafficker that you two didn’t have sex and you’re still a virgin?
But before I can figure out what to say, Lorenzo’s mouth is on mine.
The heated kiss quickly turns into more when his hand palms my breast, and then he pinches my nipple, sending waves of pleasure straight to my core.
I’ve never done anything like this with anyone, not wanting to put myself in the position of having to stop a guy, knowing that I wouldn’t be having sex with him.
But right now, every thought, other than being with Lorenzo, flies off the balcony and into the wind. Because I don’t just want him. I need him.
“Lorenzo,” I moan when he breaks the kiss and trails his strong yet soft lips down my neck and over my collarbone. “I … I need …”
My legs clench around his waist, and he chuckles, the melodic sound reverberating through my body.
“I got you,” he says, palming my breast and licking my nipple.
I glance down, enraptured by the way he wraps his lips around the hardened peak and sucks it into his mouth, sending jolts of electricity to my lady parts.
Can a woman come from nipple stimulation alone?
I don’t have time to find out because Lorenzo lifts me onto the edge of the hot tub and then pushes my chest down so I’m leaning back on my hands with my legs open for him.
“Fuck,” he breathes. “This body …”
He runs his tongue along the center of my abdomen, swirling it around my navel, flicking the barbell I have in it, then continues his way down to the apex of my legs.
“I’ve been dreaming about eating your pussy,” he murmurs, pulling my bikini bottoms down my legs and tossing them to the side. “The night we were together, did I eat this pussy?”
He glances up at me, and I swallow thickly, hating myself for my lies.
“No,” I choke out. “You didn’t go down on me.”
Not a lie since nothing happened between us …
“Well, that’s about to change.”
With a heated look, he spreads my legs wider, exposing me to him, and then disappears between them. I can’t see what he’s doing down there, but the moment his tongue slides up my center, I let out a loud moan.
I’ve never had anyone down there before, and my vibrators have nothing on this man’s tongue. He licks and sucks and flicks my clit, until I’m shaking with built-up tension, my body coiled so tightly that I might implode if it doesn’t get relief soon.
As if Lorenzo can hear my thoughts, he glances up at me and says, “Touch yourself, baby. Massage those perfect tits while I make you come.”
And because I can’t help but do as he said, I lift one of my hands and palm my exposed breast, giving it attention the same way he did earlier, as Lorenzo goes back to massaging my clit. And then he slides a couple of fingers inside me, curling them up and hitting a spot that sends me straight over the edge.
“Fuck, you’re so tight. Come for me, baby. Let it all out.”
And I do. I come so hard that black spots dot my vision, and I worry I’m going to pass out.
“Holy shit, you just squirted all over my face.”