Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 26221 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 131(@200wpm)___ 105(@250wpm)___ 87(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26221 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 131(@200wpm)___ 105(@250wpm)___ 87(@300wpm)
"You need to come before you get back to work, beautiful?" he asks, already working open the fly of my jeans. "You do, don't you?"
"Yes," I moan, trying to stroke him through his pants. He's so damn hard, so big… I sink to my knees in front of him, desperate to have him in my mouth.
"Fucking hell," he rasps, gathering my hair up in one fist as I pop the button on his jeans, already clawing at the zipper. "You want me in your mouth, baby?"
"What do you think?" I smirk up at him, delving my hand inside his jeans to wrap around him. I run my thumb over the broad head as I draw him out, teasing him a little.
"I think I might fuck you clean through this wall if you get your mouth on me," he warns me, the devil in his eyes.
"You should do that then," I mutter, swatting his hand away when he tries to touch his cock. I lean forward, my gaze locked with his, and lick across the head.
"Fucking hell," he groans, one hand slamming against the wall. Something clatters off the shelf beside me. I don't know what. Don't really care right now. I'm busy.
I lick him again, moaning. He's silky smooth and so fucking hard at the same time, salty and tangy. "Jesus, Wade," I whisper, a little breathless. "No wonder you like eating me so much."
"Stop talking, Harlow," he growls, his chest heaving. "I swear to God, if you don't want me to break this fucking door when I'm inside you just…don't talk."
"Okay. I'll just do this then…" I plunge down on him, taking him as far as I can. My lips stretch around him, my mouth watering.
"Fuck!" he roars, his hand slamming against the wall again. Something else lands on the floor, but I don't care. I'm too busy enjoying the way he trembles above me, his whole body quivering as he tries to hold himself still.
I bob on him, taking him as deep as I can before I back off.
"Look at you," he groans, stroking my cheek. "God, look at you on your knees for me, Harlow. You're so fucking perfect, you know that? So perfect."
I choke around him, sucking harder, desperate to please him the same way he does me, for him to know that I feel the same way about him that he does about me. I don't even care if it's too fast or too soon. I'm in love with him, wildly, madly, irrationally in love.
I run my tongue over the head of his cock, taking him to the back of my throat at the same time. But the minute my throat closes around him, I'm no longer on the floor. My back is against the door, and he's looming over me, breathing like a madman.
"Put your shirt in your mouth," he says, this wild gleam in his eyes.
"What?"
"If you don't want everyone in the bar to hear you screaming my name, put your shirt in your mouth right now, beautiful," he growls, ripping my pants and panties down my legs. He leaves them around one ankle before hoisting me up and spreading me wide. "Now, Harlow."
I don't even get a chance to obey before he's inside me, ripping his name from my lips in a loud cry. My hands claw at his shoulders, scrabbling for purchase.
I don't put my shirt in my mouth. I bite him instead, clamping down on his shoulder as he fucks me like a madman.
Every thrust sends me inching up the door. Every one sends lava through my veins, too. Within seconds, I'm on the edge, my cries muffled against his skin.
"That's it," he groans, spreading my cheeks apart as he slams into me again. "Soak me, beautiful."
I shatter with a muffled wail, waves crashing over me.
Wade growls my name, planting himself deep. His head drops forward, a ragged groan breaking from his lips. "Love you. God, I love you, Harlow," he gasps, his cock jerking as he spills into me, his entire body shaking.
I cling to him, sobbing the truth against his skin. "I love you, too. I love you, too."
He hears me, tilting my face up to his, wild hope in his eyes. "Say it again."
"I love you, Wade."
I'll never forget the way his eyes flutter closed, this complete look of bliss overtaking his face, like I just gave him the whole world. It's beautiful.
He holds me tightly, his lips against my crown, until our breathing slows. Only when my heart rate is normal does he finally pull back, meeting my gaze again. "This is where I belong, Harlow. Right here with you."
"That's what I was trying to tell you." I smile up at him, my whole body relaxed. "I'm not going to be here much longer."
His brows furrow, confusion funneling through his expression.