Total pages in book: 130
Estimated words: 124971 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 625(@200wpm)___ 500(@250wpm)___ 417(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 124971 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 625(@200wpm)___ 500(@250wpm)___ 417(@300wpm)
“We’ll be breaking the house rules.” His voice was so deep and thick it sounded like it was coming from the bottom of the ocean.
I licked my lips, remembering the silly contract on our stupid fridge. “We don’t even live in a house, do we? It’s a flat, and really, rules are born so we could break them like an artist. Or so Picasso—”
“This doesn’t mean we’re a couple,” he continued, his voice rough. His middle finger traveled up, skimming my slit through my underwear and trousers teasingly.
“I know,” I said, my voice breaking.
His finger pressed into me, bunching the fabric of my knickers between my folds. I let out a growl, dumping the iron and straightening my back. He pressed his free hand to the base of my spine, keeping me bent.
“I like the view better from here,” he whispered into the shell of my ear.
“Riggs! How dare you?” I huffed prudishly, trying to preserve the minuscule pieces of my pride.
“Easily. You’re objectifying me and using me as a revenge fuck to dangle in front of your little boyfriend for when he comes back. I’ve seen that movie a hundred times, Poppins. I’ll be your leverage. Your eye for an eye. And he’ll have to swallow the fact I dicked you down, because he’s been unfaithful too. But eventually, you’ll forgive each other and live miserably ever after in a big house in the burbs, complete with an au pair who looks just old enough not to be a temptation for Cocksucker.”
He used the rest of his fingers to pry my thighs open crudely. I widened my stance without protest, even though everything he just said sounded outrageous.
“Maybe I won’t take him back,” I said.
Riggs chuckled darkly. “Don’t write checks you aren’t willing to cash. You’re too enamored with the idea of being Mrs. White Bread, with the silver-spooned spawns and country club membership.”
I gulped, feeling both humiliated and aroused. I really wasn’t going to take BJ back, but I also didn’t want to discuss him at present.
“The thing about being bad . . .” Riggs leaned over, pressing his hot erection against me, his lips skating over the side of my neck. “Is that it’s no fun unless you own up to it. So own up to it. You’re about to fuck the husband you think is a broke-ass, no-good loser, and you’re doing it just so you can throw it in Cocksucker’s face.”
I opened my mouth to protest, but nothing came out. When I didn’t say anything, he snickered. “Good girl. Now we’ll do it my way, because you want it not to suck, and I want to test my theory.”
“What theory?” I finally found my voice. It sounded like there was gravel stuck in my throat.
Riggs pressed his open mouth to my jawline, sending goose bumps down my spine. He gathered my hair, letting it fall on my opposite shoulder.
“I want to see if corrupting the good girl really is more fun than taming a bad one.”
Anxiety and heat gathered in the pit of my stomach. It was a delicious mix, expecting the unexpected, wanting to cross my own red lines, to sprint past them, to the unknown. To a man I’d never consider under normal circumstances.
“You thought about having sex with me?” I squeaked.
His hard abs trembled with a chuckle against my lower back.
“All.” He pushed his index finger deeper into me.
“The fucking.” He sank his teeth into the flesh of my neck.
“Time.” His hand snaked to my trousers, unbuttoning them expertly.
He slid my slacks down, then my panties. I craved his kisses. The taste of him when he devoured me in the courthouse like I was his favorite dessert.
With my clothes still gathered around my ankles, I stayed bent, waiting for his next move. Riggs decided to neglect my southern region, using his finger to skim the shape of my areola through my shirt. A ripple of desire blasted through me, and I pressed my heavy breast into his palm, begging for more. I didn’t recognize myself in my actions. In my need for something so primal and basic.
“You like it?” he whispered in my ear, his scent drugging me.
“Yeah.”
He grabbed the edge of my shirt, jerking it down along with my bra. My breast sprang free from its confinements. He cupped it from the bottom and pushed it toward my face. “Lick.”
I swirled my tongue around my breast, no questions asked. He groaned behind me and desire flooded me, making my blood sizzle inside my veins. The thought that I could make this near-perfect creature react this way made me gratified.
He clutched my waist, grinding his erection along my bum, his forehead dropping to the back of my head with a sigh.
“Your body’s too delicious to be wasted on a prick like Cocksucker.”
“Thank you,” I managed. Barely.