Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 91361 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 457(@200wpm)___ 365(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91361 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 457(@200wpm)___ 365(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
Dimly, I heard the door start to creak open.
A second later, the door swung fully open, but by then Kellion had managed to hide us behind the tall dressing table, his hand over my mouth while his mouth remained on my breast.
My eyes widened as I heard a gaggle of voices, the last batch of artists to be awarded. They were laughing and talking, taking photos and oohing and aahing over their plaques. All the while, Kellion and I remained in the same room with them, Kellion biting down on my nipple, and oh God, it took everything – everything – not to scream.
I gripped his hair, trying to pull him off, but I could feel Kellion’s hard body rocking with laughter as he was amused by my panic. When I tightened my grip on his hair, he retaliated, his fingers moving down until they brushed against the juncture between my thighs.
I released his hair immediately at his touch.
He won. I lost.
But it didn’t seem to be enough, not when Kellion started moving his fingers up, making me think he was done – until he dipped his hand inside my jeans.
God, this biker.
I hastily covered my mouth with both hands as he started moving his fingers up and down my folds, making them slicker and more sensitive.
On the other side of the room, the other artists were still taking photos and giggling, sharing their captions with each other. The fact that they could discover us any moment, the fact that while they were just a few inches away while Kellion was sucking on my nipple while playing with my pussy—-
It made me so shamefully horny.
My hips began to move on their own accord, wanting more of his fingers. Kellion was quick to oblige, moving up to rub harder on my clitoris. It was the most amazing feeling, bringing such acute pleasure that I knew any moment now...God, any moment now—-
The girls’ voices were fading as they walked away, towards the other door leading to the stage’s back exit.
My hips began to jerk, and I wanted so badly to trap his fingers between my thighs.
The door slammed shut, and we were all alone.
Kellion bit on my nipple while pinching my clitoris.
My lips parted in a silent scream as I came.
Oh God, how I came, my body shaking and jerking against his fingers, my breasts swollen and throbbing as Kellion sucked on them hard while my panties became soaking wet with my come.
When he lifted his head from my breast, the look on his face was grim, and there was no doubt about the effort it took to keep his restraint.
“Twenty days,” he rasped, his eyes glittering with unquenched desire.
I was still shivering in the aftermath of the pleasure he gave me, and I felt so weak I didn’t even have the energy to pull out my board and write to him. So I spoke instead, my voice breathless and halting. “I’m...not...the...one...who...wants...to...wait.”
He shook his head. “It won’t be fair.” His jaw took on a resolute line. “So twenty days. And if you still want me then—-”
I swallowed. “Then...what?”
“I’ll fuck you so hard you’ll have a hard time walking the next day.”
HIS WHISPERED WORDS had my knees buckling. I’ll fuck you so hard you won’t be able to walk right the next day.
God, this biker. Even though days had already passed, his words still lingered in my mind, and most times, it was all I could think about.
Like now.
“Aria?”
Bobby’s voice made me start, and I realized I had zonked out again. Drat Kellion for making me think today was number 8. Eight days until my biker boyfriend was due to take my virginity.
Eight.
“Are you free then?”
This time, Bobby’s voice was tinged with curiosity. I couldn’t blame her. I had been the one to come to her office asking if she had any part-time jobs available, and here I was, acting like a zombie.
I flashed her a peace sign. Sorry. Mentally cursing Kellion in my mind, I took out my planner and flipped it to this month’s page. Mm...no tests for tomorrow and tonight, Kellion was busy with VP duties for the Afxisi.
I gave Bobby a thumbs-up sign. I’m good to go.
“You’re sure? Tonight won’t be the usual party.”
I scribbled on my board, IT’S OKAY.
“And Kellion? Will he be okay with this?”
I scowled. What did he have to do with this?
“He is your boyfriend, you know.”
I rolled my eyes and pointed at her. Look who’s talking.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Bobby said huffily. “I’m the ideal fiancée.”
Behind me, Leandro Christopoulos, who was seated at one of the lounge sofas, coughed.
I smirked. See?
“Shut up,” Bobby grumbled. “I’m the perfect fiancée and that’s that.” Her voice turned brisk. “Anyway, tonight you have to wear your uniform again. The one without pockets.”
I nodded, grimacing. Understood.
“Well, on your head be it.”