Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 88501 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 443(@200wpm)___ 354(@250wpm)___ 295(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88501 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 443(@200wpm)___ 354(@250wpm)___ 295(@300wpm)
Simon huffed at me. “No, the first thing we need is for you to get over yourself.”
“What?” I snapped, but didn’t get any further. He lunged at me, grabbed my shoulder, and tackled me onto the mattress. As I was still trying to gather my wits, the sneaky bastard climbed on top of me, straddling my waist while pressing his hands on my shoulders, pinning me in place.
“As I was saying, I’m not a moron, and you need to stop treating me like one. I know what infatuation is. I know what lust is. This is not it, and if you would give us half a shot, I can prove that we have more going on than sexual desire. The problem is that you’re scared to admit it. We had fun together getting pizza and cocktails. And we had fun together at Findlay Market. Fuck! When you let yourself relax, I think you even had fun dining with your parents.”
“All that is just for show for my parents. We’re fake dating.”
Simon rolled his eyes. “Mm-hm. All that stuff we did while your parents weren’t even around. Totally for them.”
“You said it was all for social media posts.”
“Oh, my God! You believed me on that bullshit only because you wanted to believe me. You wanted an excuse for us to spend time together so your conscience would be clear.”
Fuck…is he right?
It had sounded like nonsense, but then my mother had commented on our picture together, so it became easier for me to cling to the excuse. But deep down, I’d known it was all a ridiculous lie. Because…I wanted to spend time with him.
“You know what?” Simon began, ripping me from my panicked thoughts. “Let’s do this for Mom and Dad too.”
Simon’s mouth slammed over my parted lips as I tried to ask what he was talking about. The kiss stole away my breath and any desire I had left to even argue further with him. After all these silly dates and stolen moments, all the times I’d held him and touched him lightly, I was left aching for more. Now I finally fucking had him.
His tongue plunged boldly into my mouth, and I stroked it with my own. His entire body stiffened at the contact, and I almost laughed. He’d not expected me to cave so easily. Fine. If this was what he wanted, why should I deny myself another second? He was willing. Demanding it.
Wrapping my arms around Simon’s waist, I pulled him flat against me as I deepened the kiss, wringing a moan out of him. Every muscle in his body went loose as he stretched out, allowing me to feel all of him through the thin material of our pajamas.
It was just like at Declan’s birthday party, but a thousand times better because there was no chance of someone stumbling across us and asking complicated questions. I didn’t want to think anymore. After years of drowning in guilt and fear, I wanted a taste of freedom with Simon, and this was so divine.
Simon groaned into my mouth and stretched out above me, pressing his full length into my body as if he wanted as much of us touching as possible. I loved it, reveled in his weight, in the trim, svelte feel of him. But it wasn’t enough.
My hands roamed across his back, caressing the taut shoulder muscles and down his spine to his adorable round ass that so perfectly fit my palms.
The pajamas that I’d liked on him so much last night were now a nuisance. With a growl, I shoved one hand under his shirt while the other slipped inside the very loose waistband of his pants. Hot skin scorched my palms as I touched him for the first time.
“Pierce,” Simon whined, barely lifting his lips from mine. “Don’t you dare tease me again.”
“Tease you? How would I do that?” As I spoke, I grasped his ass cheeks with both hands and shifted his entire body while I lifted my hips. Our cocks rubbed together through the thin material. A low, guttural noise left me. How could this possibly feel so good when we were still fully dressed? Sweat broke out across my skin and I reclaimed Simon’s mouth in a brutal, demanding kiss. I didn’t give a damn about finesse or drawing out the moment to bring us to the trembling edge of pleasure.
I wanted to come. More importantly, I wanted to be the one to bring Simon to a shaking, gasping climax as well.
But not full penetrative sex. I had enough working brain cells to keep myself from going that far.
Still gripping Simon tightly, I rolled us onto our sides and pulled down the front of his pants and underwear, allowing his dick to spring free. I broke off the kiss to gaze between us at his hard, flushed cock. It jerked as I stared, as if it could feel my eyes caressing it.