Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 62620 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 313(@200wpm)___ 250(@250wpm)___ 209(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 62620 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 313(@200wpm)___ 250(@250wpm)___ 209(@300wpm)
Starling laughs. “Valid. I would be horrified if Kyle or Keanu caught me being pervy.” She sighs. “Which reminds me, I should head home. I don’t want to stress them out with a super late tuck-in two nights in a row.”
“Wait, no,” I say, stopping in the doorway, frowning as I see she’s already pulled on the slip-type thing she was wearing beneath her dress. “Don’t put on clothes.”
She looks up, laughing as she reaches for the corset on the floor. “You should see your face. You look like someone just kicked your puppy.”
“Clothes are bad,” I say, pouting as she slips the corset over her head and I reach for my boxer briefs, pulling them on before reaching for my jeans.
“Clothes are bad,” she agrees. “Especially this corset, but I can’t get the dress to button without it. Help me squeeze my boobies back into my chin?” She turns to reveal the loosened strings, glancing over her shoulder at me as she adds, “Now, serving boy. I don’t have all night and my lord and master will be quarrelsome if I tarry out of his bed much longer.”
“Next time I could be your lord and master,” I say, the idea making my cock thicken as I cross the room toward her. “I could demand to know where you’ve been, smell another man on you, and punish you for stepping out on me with multiple orgasms.”
Her eyes widen as she bites her lip. “Oh, that’s good. Maybe spanking, too? Just a little? To see if I like it?”
“Oh, you’ll like it, lady wife,” I say, tugging the first row of strings tight with a sharp jerk of my hands that summons a turned-on sound from Starling’s lips. “I’ll make sure of that.”
“Yes, that sounds good. Very good,” she says, her voice breathy. “Should we do that before or after the Peeping Tom thing?”
“Well, we’ll have to rent a house for a Peeping Tom scenario, or we’ll be in violation of Rule Number One.” I continue to tighten her strings, mesmerized by the way her waist narrows beneath my hands. “We won’t have time to get out of town for a few weeks since Barrett and Wren’s reception is next weekend, and I’m going to need to fuck you way before then.”
“Good point,” she says. “Angry cuckhold husband and frisky wife who needs to be taught a lesson it is, then. I’ll find a place for us to meet up tomorrow night.”
“Tomorrow?” I tease as I tie the strings into a bow at the base of her spine and pat her ass. “All done.”
She turns to face me, uncertainty in her eyes. “Is that too soon? If you were a real guy, should I play it cool? Wait a few days before meeting up again?”
“I am, to my knowledge, real,” I say dryly.
“You know what I mean,” she says. “Am I being too thirsty for cock?”
“There’s no such thing,” I say, gathering her into my arms. “At least not in my book. The thirstier you are for my cock, the better.” I bend down, brushing my lips gently up her neck. “In fact, if there were no rules, I’d be inside you right now.”
She shivers and presses closer, tilting her head back to grant me easier access to her throat. “But rules are good, right? They’ll keep us from getting…confused.”
Confused…
I’m already confused and addicted to how good she feels pressed up against me, but I know better than to tell her that.
I don’t want to lie to her, either, but I also don’t intend on telling the whole truth. Telling the truth will only make it harder to say goodbye in a month—and potentially lead to Starling calling off our arrangement before we get to live out more of our role-playing fantasies. She said she wanted something casual, after all, and learning the guy she thought she could count on to keep things chill is catching feels is a good way to send her running for the hills.
But I can tell her, “You’re incredible, by the way. Don’t ever doubt it. Tyson clearly had his head so far up his ass he couldn’t see the sex goddess he was lucky enough to have in his bedroom.”
Starling pulls back, a vulnerable note in her voice as she asks, “Yeah? For real? You’re not just saying that to give me confidence for next time?”
I shake my head. “Not even a little bit. You rocked my world, princess.”
She grins. “Ditto. See you tomorrow night? I’ll text you when I find a spot?”
“Sounds good. Or we could always meet up here again. The shop isn’t open again until Monday.”
Starling glances around the breakroom with pursed lips before she nods. “I can work with this. But you’ll have to let me in and then scram for a little while. I’ll need at least thirty minutes alone to prepare. I want to create a mood.”