Total pages in book: 133
Estimated words: 123212 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 616(@200wpm)___ 493(@250wpm)___ 411(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 123212 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 616(@200wpm)___ 493(@250wpm)___ 411(@300wpm)
He lets out a pained moan and I know it’s certainly not from what I’m doing, but from the decision he’s struggling to make. I look up through my lashes, knowing the exact effect that I’m having on him. “Fair’s fair, Carrington,” I whisper, biting down on my bottom lip.
He brushes his thumb over my mouth, releasing my bottom lip. “You’re going to be the fucking death of me.” And just like that, I drop down to my knees, pulling his sweatpants down as I go.
His cock springs free and I have no choice but to grab it with both hands. Colton leans forward bracing himself against the bookshelf and looking down as I run my fingers over his velvety skin, teasing him just as he did to me.
I won’t be able to resist long though. I’ve never been so fucking hungry in my life.
I run my tongue over my lips and watch as his eyes darken as I lean into him. I take him in my mouth and it’s just as good as I thought it was going to be. I feel him in the back of my throat but I take him deeper because a man like Colton Carrington deserves the fucking best.
I start moving up and down his impressive length, swirling my tongue over his tip every chance I get. His hand curls into the back of my hair, gripping it tightly as he moves inside my mouth. He grunts low and I continue to work him until I push him over the edge and feel him coming in the back of my throat.
I swallow everything he has on offer and as I raise to my feet, he looks at me as though he just found an angel among demons.
Chapter 11
My phone blares to life and I look down to find it buzzing against the cushion of the most comfortable egg chair I’ve ever had the pleasure of sitting in.
Holy shit. It’s already after seven in the morning and I’m still sitting up here in the library after Colton rocked my world with a massive pile of books by my side. This is easily my favorite place in this whole mansion and I’m kind of pissed that it’s taken me so long to discover it. I guess that speaks for how big this place really is, and how little I know about it.
I’m still reeling from Colton this morning. I’m kinda in shock while kinda not surprised, but kinda want to do it again. I can’t say I’ve ever had a secret library world-rocking before and I was down for round two if he hadn’t scurried out of here like his ass was on fire.
The phone continues to demand my undivided attention and I scoop it up with a yawn, feeling like an idiot for not having gone to bed the second I was finished with Colton.
“Are you kidding me?” I laugh as I put my phone to my ear. “I didn’t realize you knew what seven o’clock in the morning was.”
“Look who's talking,” Nic says. “What are you doing up? It’s Saturday morning. Shouldn’t you be sleeping in?”
“Wait. You called me at this ungodly hour even though you thought I’d be enjoying the one day a week I get to sleep in?”
“Please,” he scoffs. “You sleep in every day. I’ve never met another chick who can just roll out of bed and be ready for the day in the three seconds that it takes you, but you avoided my question. Why are you awake? Are you working early today? Is there another one of those bullshit parties that I need to come and chaperone?”
I roll my eyes and slip a bookmark into the page I was reading before peeling myself out of the egg-chair. I’ll have to come back after I’ve slept for a bit and continue exploring this room. I wonder if I could convince Harrison to help me get this chair down the elevator and into the pool house? Nah, that’s a long shot. I’ll have to do it myself. After all, it’s better to ask forgiveness than to be denied permission. Hmm, I bet I could talk Charlie into helping me.
“No,” I say, striding over to the elevator and pressing the call button. “There’s no party that I’m being forced to work at. I just haven’t gone to bed yet.”
“What? Why the hell not? What have you been doing all night … who have you been doing all night?”
“Seriously?” I grumble with yet another eye roll. “I’ve been reading all night. I discovered this place has a fully stocked library.”
“Reading?” he grunts, clearly not believing me as the ding for the elevator sounds.
I step into it with a groan. “Yes, you overprotective, possessive douche canoe. I’ve been reading, and in case you wanted to know, I actually enjoyed this one so you can go right ahead and pull your head out of your ass and stop questioning every little thing I say.”