Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 24043 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 120(@200wpm)___ 96(@250wpm)___ 80(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24043 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 120(@200wpm)___ 96(@250wpm)___ 80(@300wpm)
She definitely doesn’t. She picks up the pace, messy and wild, not even pretending to take it slow. My vision actually swims. I tangle my hands in her hair and rock my hips, but she doubles down, sucking me so hard I almost lose my goddamn mind right then and there.
“Fuck…” My voice echoes off the tile as I lock my knees, but it’s a goddamn miracle I’m still standing.
She grins up at me, blue eyes full of mischief, and wraps her soft little hand around the base of my cock. Then she goes right back to work, lips stretched sweet and tight, tongue swirling around the head before she swallows me down again. She’s perfect. Made for this. Made for me.
I give her wet hair a gentle tug. “That’s it, baby. Just like that.” She moans around my cock, and the vibration nearly takes me out. My balls draw up, and every muscle in my body strains as she bobs her head while working her hand. I know I’m seconds from losing my mind. “Fuck, Alice. I’m going to come.” I give her one last warning, my voice all but shaking as she works me harder, her tongue and lips hot and greedy on my cock.
She doesn’t slow down. She wraps her lips tight around the head, flicking her tongue over the tip before swallowing me down her perfect throat. I brace both hands on the marble and thrust into her mouth, unable to stop myself, her name a growl in my chest.
That’s all it takes. I explode, hips jerking, cock pulsing hard as I come for her. “Alice!” I bark, the word echoing off the tile, and she just keeps sucking, milking every drop. I never knew anything could feel this fucking good.
She finally pulls back, licking her lips and glancing up with those huge blue eyes. “I nailed it.” She winks adorably, and I barely resist the urge to fall to my knees and beg her to marry me.
CHAPTER TWELVE
ALICE
It’s crazy how fast life can get flipped upside down and inside out—in a good way.
A month ago, if you’d asked me what I’d be doing on a random Thursday morning, I’d have said, “Same old, same old routine. Go to work, come home, eat alone, and watch TV alone. Get up the next day to do it all over again.” Now? I wake up in a king-sized bed with the world’s hottest man wrapped around me like a weighted blanket, and if I’m very lucky, he wakes me up with some inventive combination of his mouth and his hands before our alarm even goes off.
My alarm buzzes at six-thirty, and I groan, trying to burrow deeper into the crook of Gabe’s arm. He’s always awake before me, even on days when we stay up way too late watching trash TV or doing things that are much better than watching reality TV. He’s lying there, flat on his back, staring at the ceiling with a look that is somehow both intense and completely at peace. I wiggle closer, press my nose to his chest, and inhale that perfect blend of aftershave, laundry detergent, and something that is just pure Gabe.
“Good morning,” he rumbles, not moving, but his arms tighten just a little.
“Morning,” I mumble with my voice muffled against his skin. “Why didn’t you go for your run this morning?”
Three or four days a week, he gets up at the ass crack of dawn to run five miles with his security crew. Personally, I think he does it just to torture them, but I keep my theory to myself.
“You were wrapped around me like a fucking anaconda.” He smirks down at me. “I didn’t want to move and wake you up.” Melted. Right there on the spot.
“That was very considerate of you, Mr. Mercer.” My hand drifts down under the covers to cup his rapidly hardening cock. Just because I can.
Gabe groans and rolls on top of me, pinning my arms above my head. “Considerate is my middle name.” He winks at me. When I roll my eyes, he tickles me until I squirm and pretend to fight him off, but he always wins. Always. And the way he looks down at me—like he can’t decide whether to devour me or worship me—makes my heart do stupid things every single day.
Eventually, we make it out of bed, mostly because we don’t want to be late for work. We have a morning routine that we rush through most days because we “hit” our version of snooze way too many times.
Every morning, Gabe drives us to work instead of using the limo because I asked him to. Each day, he helps me into the big black SUV while his security crew gets into another SUV and follows us to The Mercer Group.