Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 33434 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 167(@200wpm)___ 134(@250wpm)___ 111(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33434 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 167(@200wpm)___ 134(@250wpm)___ 111(@300wpm)
“Fine.”
She moves off me, and I swear my cock weeps at the loss of her heat, even through our clothes. She lies on the floor next to me and spreads her arms out wide. “Have your way with me. Show me what you got, Riggins.”
“I have dinner and champagne.”
“But I want this. I want you.”
There is nothing I won’t give her, and if this is the memory she wants, it’s the one I want to give her. I lie back on the floor and spread my arms out like hers. “This is your show, baby.”
She grins. It’s a little devilish as she rushes to straddle my hips once more. “Are you sure you’re ready to be at my mercy?” she taunts.
Lifting my hand, I rest my palm against her cheek. “Forever.” Her eyes soften, and she gives me a quick kiss before climbing to her feet. “I’m gonna need you naked, Riggins.”
I can’t hide my grin. “Yes, ma’am.”
CHAPTER
FIVE
Lena
Stanley scrambles to his feet and pulls his shirt over his head, tossing it to the floor. He smirks when my heated gaze washes over his abs.
“You see something you like, baby?”
“Meh.” I shrug, and he lunges forward, making me scream and rush away from him.
“Why am I the only one getting naked, future Mrs. Riggins?” he asks, sliding his jeans over his muscular thighs.
“Oh, you mean you want me to strip too?” I tease.
“Lena,” he growls. The sound goes straight to my core.
“I’m definitely going to need you naked, future Mrs. Riggins.” His eyes smolder as he tosses my earlier words back at me.
“Like this?” I lift my shirt, pulling it over my head and casually letting it fall to the floor at my feet.
“That’s a start.”
“Oh, so I should do this too?” I reach for the button of my jeans and slowly unbutton and lower the zipper. I exaggerate, wiggling my hips to lower the jeans, kicking them off once they fall to my ankles.
“I’m a lucky bastard,” he mumbles, taking a step toward me.
“Uh uh uh.” I lift my hand to stop him. “This is my show, remember?”
He raises his hands in the air, a crooked smile on his lips. “I’m watching.”
“My mercy,” I remind him.
He nods.
Turning, I give him my back. I pull my hair to one side over my shoulder and bend over. He groans, and the sound only fuels me to tease him further. I do a little shimmy and shake of my hips before slowly lowering my panties.
“Fuck,” he rasps when they reach my thighs. “Baby.” Need burns in his voice.
Standing to my full height, I kick my panties to the side and turn to face him. He has his hard cock in his hand, and he’s squeezing. “Does it hurt?” I watch as he strokes his tight fist up and down his length.
He nods. His eyes are filled with desire as he rakes them over me. “I need you.”
“Hmmm.” I tap my index finger against my chin. “Maybe I could try to make it better?” I take a step closer. “Oh, but I’m not naked yet.” I bite down on the inside of my cheek when his breathing accelerates. I stop just a few feet before him, just out of arm's length.
Reaching behind me, I unclasp my bra and make a slow production of peeling down one strap, then the other, before letting it fall to my feet.
“So fucking beautiful,” he murmurs.
“Mr. Riggins, I think you should sit down.” I nod toward the couch. He steps toward me and wraps his arms around my waist, lifting me from the floor. I squeal, holding on around his neck as he carries us to the couch. He slowly lowers me to the cushioned seat and hovers over me. “My show,” I remind him.
“Do your worst.” He stands and holds his arms out at his sides.
“Can you maintain that pose?” I ask him, sitting up and licking my lips. Reaching out, I fist his hard cock, and he moans. “Can you stand with your arms at your sides and let me have my fun?”
I peer up at him in time to see his throat bob as he swallows. “I can try,” he grits out as I tighten my grip with each stroke.
“What about if I do this?” Leaning forward, I run my tongue over the tip of his cock, tasting him.
His arms start to drop, but he quickly lifts them back in the air out to his sides. I pull away and smirk up at him. “I don’t care where you put your hands, but you can’t touch me.”
“Lena,” he groans, and I can feel the wet heat pool between my thighs.
“Those are the rules.”
“I’m supposed to be making love to you.” His voice is soft, but there’s still a layer of underlying lust in his tone.
Lifting my hand, I gaze at my engagement ring. “I know you love me, Stanley.”