Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 101758 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 509(@200wpm)___ 407(@250wpm)___ 339(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 101758 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 509(@200wpm)___ 407(@250wpm)___ 339(@300wpm)
“Did I have such an intense orgasm that I’m hallucinating from the lust of it all?”
He tips my chin up so he can nibble my lips, and then with a growl he licks the seam of my mouth, and I open to him, but I also reach out for his cock because holy shit, this man is pierced.
He has what I think is a Prince Albert. A silver ring that goes right through the tip.
“So, I have a confession,” he murmurs against my lips, sending more zings through my body.
“Okay.”
“That’s new.”
I pull back far enough to look into his deep-green eyes. “What is?”
“The piercing. I got it just a few months before the injury, so what I’m saying is, it’s new. As in, no one has ever taken it for a ride, so to speak.”
Surprise zips through me. “Why?”
“Because, they have to heal. And then I was hurt, and . . .” He chuckles and rests his forehead against mine. “I just haven’t been with anyone in a long while.”
I’m kind of surprised. I never really thought about the women who came and went out of Xander’s life, because that would have been psychological torture, but I just figured he was pretty sexually active.
“I don’t know what to say to that.”
He smiles again.
“You don’t have to say anything, it’s just information. And a confession that I don’t know how it’ll feel, and I likely won’t last long this first time because you’re perfect, sexy as fuck with all of those pretty freckles on display, and I’m dying to be inside you.”
Well, that’s good for the ego.
“Let’s take it for a spin, hockey star.”
His eyes narrow, his pupils blow wide, and then he pauses.
“Protection.”
“I have pregnancy covered, and I haven’t had sex in so long, I might as well be a virgin again.”
He growls and presses the head of his cock against my entrance, and with his mouth on mine, he slowly sinks inside me until he’s seated fully, and I’m pretty sure he’s going to rip me in two.
“Holy God, you’re big.”
And that piercing hits all the right places.
He pulls out just as slowly, and when it brushes over my G-spot, I whimper.
“Bad or good?” he asks.
“So fucking good. Oh my God, it hits my spot, X.” I contract around him as he sinks inside me again, and his jaw tenses. “Don’t go slow.”
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
I cup his face, and he turns his head so he can kiss my palm. “You’re not hurting me. Fuck me, Xander.”
That’s all the encouragement he needs because he lays me back on the desk, pulls my hips to the edge, and with one hand anchored on my shoulder and the other on my stomach, he fucks me. The pace is hard and a little brutal, but God, it feels so good every time he brushes over my spot, and I lift my knees onto his sides just as he moves his hand down so he can brush my clit with his thumb, and I fall over the edge again, my back bowing off the desk, and I cry out as wave after wave of pure euphoria rushes over me.
“Fuck, Red. Fuck, look at you, blushing all over.” He pushes inside me and rocks through his own climax. He kisses my chest, my neck, and my lips and then grins down at me. “I’m taking you to the shower to wash you up so I can eat your pussy. I need breakfast.”
I bark out a laugh and then squeal when he hauls me up into his arms.
“So much for keeping my distance from you.”
He stops short and scowls down at me. “Why the fuck would you do that?”
“Professionalism?”
“Fuck that, and fuck distance. In case you missed it, I can’t keep my hands to myself, and you’re exactly where I want you to be. No more of that. Got it?”
“Got it.”
He kisses me, slow and deep, and then continues on to the stairs.
This is the best day of my life.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
IVY
My knee bounces with anxiety as Xander drives us into town. It’s the next day, we’ve already worked out this morning, and it’s time for me to go back to the house and get Brenda out of there.
“You don’t need to be nervous,” Xander says as he lays his forearm on the center console and turns his hand up, offering it to me, and I immediately line my palm up to his and link our fingers. “I’m right here with you. I won’t let anything happen to you.”
I nod, unable to form words through the ball of anxiety in my throat.
Because I’m already so damn embarrassed about what we’re going to find. I know it’s not going to be good. I know. I saw how she lived above the bar, how little respect she has for anything, including herself, and she’s already so damn angry at me.