Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 86158 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 431(@200wpm)___ 345(@250wpm)___ 287(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86158 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 431(@200wpm)___ 345(@250wpm)___ 287(@300wpm)
“Drop,” he ordered, letting go of me.
I landed on my feet with a thump and stood there as he wrapped a towel around me. My stomach churned with disappointment for only a moment before he’d dropped to my feet and began to dry my legs with the other towel.
“What are you doing?” I asked, my voice raspy as I stared at the top of his head.
“What’s it look like I’m doin’?” he asked brusquely.
I jolted at his tone, suddenly wondering if I should just walk away. The entire vibe in the room had changed and I wasn’t sure I wanted to stay until he ordered me out. Giving it a minute to see what he would do, I absentmindedly wrung out my hair with the edge of the towel wrapped around my shoulders. Every cell of my body was focused on the feel of the towel as he moved his way up my legs.
“Shit,” he breathed, pausing. Then his head fell forward, his hair brushing against my bellybutton as his hands moved higher.
“Oh my god,” I mumbled, when without a word, he pressed my legs apart.
Then he was drying me again. Higher and higher until the towel brushed between my legs.
I wasn’t proud of the way my knees buckled, but hey, no one could really blame me for it. The man was chiseled to perfection and his hands were everywhere.
“Steady,” he said quietly as he rose to his feet.
Instead of responding I reached out and wrapped my hand around his dick, not bothering with the whole towel thing—even though I had to admit it was erotic as fuck.
He groaned and dropped the towel he held, his hand wrapping around mine.
“We doin’ this?” he asked, leaning down until our noses nearly touched.
It was the moment of truth. I was one week from graduation and in two days I’d sign a contract and empty my savings, betting on a business with zero experience. It wasn’t the right time. Not at all. I couldn’t afford to lose focus.
At my hesitation, his hand fell away.
“Do you have condoms?” I asked, tightening my grip.
“New box in the nightstand,” he said, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he leaned toward me.
As his lips hit mine we became a tangle of limbs, sliding and pressing, learning all the little dips and valleys. Bishop paused long enough to pull the quilt to the bottom of the bed and I let out a breathless laugh.
“Wouldn’t want to get it dirty,” I teased as he pressed me onto the sheets.
“Stop givin’ me shit,” he murmured as his lips met the base of my throat. “I’m busy here.”
“Carry on,” I said, running my fingers through his hair while he moved south.
It had been a long time since I was any kind of self-conscious about my body. I was short because my parents were short and I was muscular because I’d always liked physical activity. I had an ass because, well, I wasn’t sure about that one. I mean, I worked at it, but some of it was just a natural abundance.
I didn’t think my appearance was any better or worse than other women or compare myself to them. But suddenly in that moment, I really really hoped that Bishop liked what he saw. That in his mind, I was the most beautiful and alluring woman he’d ever seen. That no one could compare.
He was braced above me, his lips dragging along my skin, closer and closer to first one nipple and then the other. I shivered as his wet hair dripped on my torso, the mixture of his hot mouth and the cold water making me gasp. Then, he was finally there, wrapping his lips around my nipple, his tongue brushing lightly and then harder, making me arch off the bed.
“Sensitive,” he said to himself as he moved to the other nipple. “This one too.”
“Whoa,” I moaned, my fingertips digging into his shoulders. I shivered again and he stopped.
“What are you doing?” I asked, reaching for his head as he shifted. If he didn’t put his mouth back I was going to murder him.
“You’re cold,” he replied, moving off of me.
I didn’t even have a chance to reply before he was off the bed and jerking the top sheet out from under me. Then, he was back, and we were cocooned inside the sheets. With our combined body heat it didn’t take long before I was warm and shivering for a completely different reason.
“I can’t see you,” I complained as he worked his way down my stomach, pulling the sheet up over his head so I’d still be covered.
“You can watch next time,” he promised.
Then, without warning, his tongue was exactly where I needed it. He didn’t fuck around and while I had no problem with directing him, I never had to. He brought me to the edge once, then twice, then finally when I was clawing and cursing him, he knocked me right over. He stayed where he was, his tongue thrumming in exactly the right way until I started to press at his shoulders because it was too much.