Total pages in book: 108
Estimated words: 101764 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 509(@200wpm)___ 407(@250wpm)___ 339(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 101764 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 509(@200wpm)___ 407(@250wpm)___ 339(@300wpm)
I’d have taken him up on the offer if he were any other man. As it was, I was so horny and desperate that I’d nearly caved on Saturday night just to put an end to the agony. The only thing that got me through was knowing I had the next three nights off and could find some relief in a random stranger at a club on the other side of town.
But I hadn’t done it. I’d stayed in and touched myself alone in my room.
The music’s volume increased for a second, then decreased again, which only meant one thing—I whipped around to find Ryder standing in the doorway wearing a playful smirk.
God, I’d love to wipe that smirk off his face.
I could think of a few ways to do it too.
A good smack.
A solid punch.
A breath-stealing kiss.
Shit.
“Move,” I said as the door closed behind him. “My break is over. I gotta check on my tables.”
“They’re all still dancing. You’re fine.” He tilted his head, staring at me with an intensity I felt in my balls, probably devising a new way to fuck up my life. “Coupla the guys at our tables seem to have hit it off.” He waggled his eyebrows. “Makes me feel like a proud papa to know they may get each other off before the night is over.”
He laughed and pushed away from the door as I rolled my eyes. “Yes, if they hook up, they owe it all to you.”
“Damn straight. Also means we should get double the tips. Maybe triple. Facilitating orgasms deserves it. Know what I mean?” He turned his back to me as he entered the combination on his locker. We all trusted each other with our belongings, and the staff room door had a keypad entry to keep non-employees out, but once in a while, a drunk patron managed to make their way inside. Items had been stolen in the past, so we were careful to keep our lockers secure.
“Make sure you tell them that at night’s end. I hear demanding a bigger tip for acting like a pimp is the fastest way to get on Parker’s good side.”
Now Ryder was the one rolling his eyes. “God, it was a joke. Why you always gotta be such a stick-in-the-mud? It wouldn’t kill you to loosen up and laugh now and again.”
“I laugh plenty, and if you ever say something funny, I’ll laugh for you.”
That had Ryder snickering. “Me-ow. Claws are coming out, I see. I know just the thing to lighten you up.” He grabbed his water bottle and then arched one eyebrow my way as he uncapped it.
“Not happening. It’s never going to happen, so you can stop wasting your breath and bringing it up every five seconds. I’m gonna start thinking you have a thing for me.”
This time, Ryder laughed long and loud before shrugging. “Your loss,” he said when he could finally breathe again.
Screw this. Why was I wasting my time arguing with this asshole when I had tables to service. I started to turn as Ryder lifted his water bottle to his lips with his head tilted back. Every swallow had his throat contracting in a rhythmic up-and-down motion. He shut his eyes, clearly loving the relief of the cool liquid. Excess water sloshed out of the bottle, spilling from the corner of his mouth.
A thin river ran down his smooth chin, dripping to his chest where it cascaded over his pecs. I pressed my tongue to the roof of my mouth as it automatically twitched with the desire to capture that escaped stream of water. To lap it off Ryder’s chest, then continue sampling every inch of exposed skin. And there were so many inches.
“Shit,” he mumbled as his hand went to his torso, where he swiped the water away, then continued to stroke his hand down over his abs in a slow, caressing motion.
My breath caught in my throat. The short break had helped cool me down, but the heat surged again, flushing my skin and making me dizzy.
That damn hand kept cruising down, down, down, smoothing over muscles and tanned skin.
I couldn’t look away from how his abs tightened under the touch. And then his fingertips reached the top of his shorts.
But he didn’t stop there.
Ryder stroked over his growing bulge, and my cock responded in kind, thickening beneath the tight confinement of spandex. The temperature seemed to rise by twenty degrees, growing too thick to breathe. My skin prickled, and my fingertips tingled with the need to touch. I couldn’t figure out if I wanted my hands on him or myself.
A loud snort pierced the air, ripping me from the erotic trance of Ryder’s show.
My gaze jerked to his face to find him smirking. “Tell me again how it’ll never happen, Alex.”
My face flamed so hot I could feel waves of heat emanating from me.