Total pages in book: 126
Estimated words: 126154 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 631(@200wpm)___ 505(@250wpm)___ 421(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 126154 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 631(@200wpm)___ 505(@250wpm)___ 421(@300wpm)
I can’t stop myself as my hand reaches for hers, can’t fight the urge as I pull her into my arms.
She comes so willingly, and I feel her heart beating through my shirt.
“Stay tonight,” I whisper.
Her eyes are unsure. “But I, I didn’t… I didn’t come here for that… that isn’t why I came here…”
Another asshole move. I feel like a dick as I squeeze her shoulders. “Fuck, Amy. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean… That isn’t why I invited you.” I press my forehead to hers. “I’d pay, of course, I don’t expect this to be…”
She shakes her head, her forehead brushing mine. “That’s not what I mean. It’s not the money… I just didn’t want you to think I was… angling…”
And I don’t want her to think I was angling either. I press my lips to hers.
“We’re dancing a merry dance. Getting our wires all tangled up,” I tell her.
She nods. “Let’s start over?”
“Please.”
She smiles a beautiful smile and breathes out a sigh. “I’d love to stay. Please. If you’ll have me, and it’s not about the money…”
“What is it about?” I ask her, and my voice sounds strangely uncertain.
“You know what it’s about,” she whispers, and her eyes stare right into my soul. “This is… crazy… I’ve never felt like this…”
I’d tell her I was feeling it too if she’d let me, but her mouth presses to mine and finds me desperate.
She tastes of everything I ever wanted.
Chapter Thirty-One
Melissa
I wish the want I feel in his kisses was all for me and not for the crazy illusion I’ve spun, but I can’t stop.
I can’t stop this.
He smells of hard work and spicy tomato soup.
He tastes like every dream I ever had.
It’s weird undressing him from tattered denim. It’s weird to feel the ridges of his chest under a plain black t-shirt.
He tugs my top over my head and unbuttons my jeans, and I step out of them as we leave the crystal room. The thick carpet on his landing is so familiar under my toes.
He kisses me again as he opens his bedroom door, and I have to pull away to comment on how beautiful it is in here.
He shushes me with his mouth, and his hands are on my face, in my hair, all over me.
My bra falls away, and my knickers slip down my thighs as I fumble with his belt.
Skin on skin as he lifts me into his arms, and my legs wrap him tight as he kicks off his jeans and boxers on the way to his bed.
It’s bliss as he lowers me onto the sheets I made up so nicely this morning. It’s a dream to be here with him.
His mouth sends me crazy as he kisses my neck. The ridge of his cock rubs against my needy clit and makes me squirm.
I’m desperate as I grip his ass, already way past the point of no return as he thrusts his hips and spears me in one and I cry out, tell him how amazing he is, how amazing it feels.
I’m prepared for his fingers when they land on my throat. I’m prepared for the darkness in his eyes as they bore into mine.
But this time he doesn’t take my air. His grip is firm but not restrictive, and I breathe freely, quick gasps of air against his lips.
“Do it…” I whisper.
But he doesn’t.
I cry out as he changes position. He rolls me onto my side and presses himself to my back, his legs hooking mine as his cock slides in from behind and I cry out all over again. His breath is hot on my neck as he wraps an arm around to take me in a chokehold.
The pressure is divine. The heat gives me perfect shudders.
And here, wrapped up so tight in his grip, my chin pressed tight to the crook of his elbow, I find peace.
His free hand finds my clit and he starts fucking me. I’m panting like crazy as his thrusts match the rhythm of his fingers.
“You never did tell me what really turns you on,” he whispers.
“This,” I groan.
He asks me again as he rolls my clit between his fingers.
“You,” I hiss. “Fuck, Alexander, It’s you I want. You’re the only thing I want.”
I don’t think I’d be getting away with such vague answers if he wasn’t already close to the edge.
He holds back until my body trembles for him, controls his urges until I’m already crying his name, and then he joins me there, cursing through gritted teeth as he fills me up.
I’m still panting as he pulls away, my arms are reaching for him as he stalks across to his dressing room and grabs one of his sex toy cases.
“You’re going to tell me what turns you on,” he says as he plugs in the massager. “You’re going to tell me everything.”