Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 98418 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 492(@200wpm)___ 394(@250wpm)___ 328(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 98418 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 492(@200wpm)___ 394(@250wpm)___ 328(@300wpm)
"Ooh. Both! Shit that would be sooo fucking hot." He grins like a loon.
I laugh. "You just sit down here. I'm going to call a taxi." He slides to the floor and waves me off dismissively.
I look at my phone and there's a text from Theo: Can't stop thinking about my afternoon ride yesterday.... x
I smile at the screen. I'm tipsy and that always makes me horny, and now I'm thinking of him which makes me doubly horny. Without thinking on it much more I call him. He answers after a few rings.
"Hey sugar." His deep voice makes me instantly wet.
"Hey." I purr down the phone at him. "So I have a little problem I'm hoping you can fix."
"Oh, what's that?" I can hear the smile in his voice.
"Well...I have an itch only you can scratch." I hear George snort behind me and I giggle.
He laughs. "Is that so?"
I drop my voice to almost a whisper. "Mmm Hmm. In fact I'm wet for you. Right. Now." George erupts into giggles where he's slumped on the ground. I press my lips together to stop myself laughing. I’ve always been terrible at talking dirty, I just laugh.
"Fuck. Where are you?" He hisses.
"I'll be home in half an hour. Meet me there."
"That doesn't answer my question sugar. Where are you right now?" His tone is clipped.
"Um…" I scan my surroundings. Not really knowing quite where we are. "George. George!" I kick his slumped form. "Where are we?"
"Jesus Lilly. You don't even know where you are? How drunk are you?" He sounds exasperated.
"Tipsy..." I hold my hand up and pinch my thumb and index finger together as if he can see me.
"I think we came out of ‘Pulse’." George laughs again mainly to himself I think.
"You're by ‘Pulse’?" Theo asks.
"Apparently. Though I warn you that George may not be a reliable source right now." I shrug at George who now has his head tilted down almost in his lap.
"Who's George?" He asks with what I swear sounds like a hint of jealousy.
"My flat mate." I don't elaborate. It's none of his business.
"I wish I could give myself a blow job. That would be sooo coool!” George slurs without lifting his head. I laugh at his crumpled form.
"I'll be there in five minutes. I'm just around the corner." Theo says.
"Theo no. We don't need..." I say eventually when I've got myself under control. Click. "Theo?" He's gone.
"Lill's. I am so jealous you get to tap that tonight." George tips his head up and smiles at me drunkenly. I sigh and sit down on the pavement next to him and pull his head into my lap where he promptly passes out.
I look up when a white Range Rover pulls up to the curb a few minutes later. The door opens and heavy black boots with long jean sheathed legs step out. He’s wearing a tight white t-shirt that puts his muscled, tattooed arms on full display. God he looks good right now. No-one should be allowed to look that good.
"Well. You two look worse for wear." Those beautiful lips curl up as he smirks at me. I've pretty much sobered up by this point, but my mind feels cloudy and intoxicated by him. "Don't you have to work tomorrow?" He tilts his head at me.
"Yes, hence I'm the responsible one tonight." I cock an eyebrow. "So not the case usually." I poke George and tell him he has to move. Theo and I guide him to the back seat where he crawls in and collapses. Theo shuts the door before turning and pinning me against it.
His eyes drop and scan my body, sending a flush crawling up my neck. He looks so good in his tight t-shirt, I just want to rip it off right now. He flashes me a devious smile and I have to check my knickers haven't burst into flames. I close my eyes and take a deep breath. I feel his arm snake around my waist and pull me hard against his chest. When I open my eyes his penetrating gaze meets mine, his eyes bright against his tanned skin are just inches away. My breathing becomes ragged. He smiles before grasping the back of my neck firmly and pressing his lips to mine gently. I suddenly can't take it anymore. I need him right now. I turn and press his back against the car. One hand grabs a handful of his hair whilst the other creeps under his shirt to trace the hard ridges of muscle over his stomach, he shivers slightly under my touch and I'm inwardly gloating. He groans, before gently pushing me away. His eyes smoulder and his breathing is just as laboured as mine.
"We should go." He smiles, clearly amused by my assault.
"Ok." I agree begrudgingly. He chuckles as I follow him around the car, he holds the door open whilst I climb in.