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)
My face heated, and the anger I’d been missing a moment ago surged. “What the fuck?”
He raised his hands. “Chill. Don’t ruin all my hard work getting you to relax for once. I’m not trying to back out or anything.” He pointed at the bulge I’d been admiring. “See the state I’m in?”
Ryder’s meaning clicked, and I coughed out a half-laugh.
“Yeah, exactly.” He ran a hand through his hair, smoothing the strands as he shook his head. “In this state, I’ll last twenty-two seconds if I’m lucky. No way am I handing you the victory like that.”
What were we doing? This was insanity, and now it had to happen again?
I refused to think about why the idea of another round didn’t repulse me.
I sighed. “You working Wednesday night?”
He nodded.
“Fine. We’ll do something then.” His laughter had me narrowing my eyes. “Well, how would you describe it? This isn’t exactly normal for us. Nor do I want it to be.”
“Ah, there’s the grouchy Alex we all know and love. If you were anyone else, I’d be worried about my oral skills with you getting grumpy three minutes after a big O, but I’m actually shocked you lasted this long without snapping at me.”
“You’re hilarious.” Why did I let him get to me this way? Every time I frowned at him, he patted himself on the back for getting under my skin again. Even with that knowledge, I couldn’t prevent my reaction. I really hated the man.
You sure didn’t hate his mouth on your cock.
“With the bar set this low, it gives me something to shoot for next time.”
“Next time?”
He must have heard the shock in my voice because Ryder-fucking-Calloway blushed like a schoolgirl.
“Whatever. You know what I meant. The point is, you need to lighten up and learn to smile every now and again, especially after someone sucks your brain through your cock.”
“You didn’t…”
He stared at me, challenging me without words. He knew how good that had been for me. I’d filled his damn mouth to the brim with a gallon of cum. That didn’t happen from a mediocre blow job.
I wasn’t the type to back down from a challenge, any challenge, apparently, so I held his gaze. The bathroom crackled and fizzed with electricity as the seconds ticked by. I inhaled, but the air felt thick, and as I blinked, I could feel the walls closing in on us, moving us closer. If one of us didn’t leave, we’d be crushed. Forced together by the universe, me sated yet curious about returning the favor and him with his cock rock-hard and ready to go.
“All right,” I said, but it came out strained and raspy, not with the confidence I demanded of myself around him. “I’ve had enough of this. I’m gonna go back down and make some excuse to leave. Just wait a few minutes or something so no one gets suspicious.”
“No worries there,” he said with a wry smile I refused to call charming. He pointed toward his dick, which still strained against his pants. “I’m gonna stay up here and take care of this alone in my boss’ bathroom like a serious creep. I figure it’s better than going downstairs while I’m pitching a tent. By the time I get down there, I shouldn’t need to come up with a lie to leave. Everyone will assume I’ve been up here destroying Parker’s bathroom in a different way.”
I couldn’t help it. I laughed loud and long.
The way Ryder’s eyes widened in shock probably should have felt like an insult, but everything between us had skewed. Instead of sticking around to hear some comment about how I looked when I laughed, I went with the stellar, “See ya,” turned and fled.
Thankfully, someone in the universe liked me enough to keep the stairs and hall to the rec room clear of my coworkers or worse, Parker.
“Dude!” a beyond tipsy Trevor shouted when I rejoined the group. “Where have you been? I missed you.” He drew out each word as though crooning a heartfelt ballad.
“Wow, drink much tonight, Trev?”
Before I finished the question, I had my arms full of a very drunk, very affectionate Trevor, who had no idea what I’d gotten up to in Parker’s house.
Holy shit, I let Ryder blow me in my boss’ mansion. Let, hell, I practically begged for it. No one could argue I wasn’t the initiator, even if Ryder had come up with the stupid bet. I’m the one who cornered him in the bathroom with a hard dick and missing brain. If only I could blame the alcohol, but I couldn’t. The drinks I’d consumed during dinner had me tipsy at best, but weren’t clouding my judgment. No, that was the lack of sex and the hot man I hated yet couldn’t stop fantasizing about.
“Whasamatter, Ally?” Trevor slurred with a dopey grin.