Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 79932 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 400(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79932 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 400(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
“Damn,” Crossland’s voice cut over the music, and my eyes snapped open to find him undoing his tie as he looked down at me. “Didn’t expect to see such a prize when I rushed home.”
I gaped at him, suddenly wondering if I should be in here or not. “You said make yourself at home,” I hurried to say. “Should I go? I thought you were working.” And now I was rambling, but it was hard to concentrate when he was unbuttoning his dress shirt.
“I was,” he said, tossing the shirt behind him as he went for the zipper on his pants. God, he looked amazing, all smooth skin, dark whirling tats along his chest, and rigid muscles. “But I couldn’t concentrate.”
That made two of us. “Why?” I asked, eyes widening as he dropped his pants, leaving him in his tight, black boxer-briefs that left absolutely nothing to the imagination. Was he hard?
“I couldn’t stop thinking about the fact that you might stay.” He moved toward the tub. “That you might be waiting for me.”
I swallowed hard, my heart suddenly pounding as anticipation overtook me. Did the tub suddenly grow ten degrees hotter?
“Who says I’m waiting for you?” I teased. “Maybe I’m just enjoying the benefits of being a billionaire’s girlfriend.” I moved my arms through the water to emphasize the lie.
He cocked a brow at me before sliding off his boxer-briefs, his beautifully large cock springing free and on full display. “Then you don’t want me to join you?”
My mouth went dry, need slamming through me with such intensity I wasn’t sure how to speak, let alone answer him.
He stepped into the tub, far enough on the opposite side that he didn’t come close to touching me. Instead, he settled confidently on the bench there, stretching his arms along the edges, a confident smile shaping his lips.
“Cocky prick,” I muttered, but couldn’t contain my grin.
The man made me giddy.
I was in so much trouble.
“You know, every time you say that, it sounds more like an endearment than an insult.”
“That’s because you only hear what you want to hear. It explains that ego of yours.”
Crossland laughed, his smile wide and head tilting back slightly, and the sound filled me up from the inside out, all warmth and tingles and goddamn him, did he have to look like that when he was naked and wet and grinning like I was the funniest person on the planet?
“There are other things that feed my ego other than myself,” he said.
“Like what?”
“Like that little sound you make right before you come on my cock.”
The breath caught in my throat, his words stroking down my spine like a lick of flame. I swallowed hard, tipping my chin. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I lied.
“Really?” he asked, wholly unconvinced. “You don’t remember. It’s such a sexy noise.”
I pressed my lips together. “Nope,” I said. “Don’t recall.”
“That’s a shame,” he said, playing right into the game. “I guess if it wasn’t memorable for you, I should leave.” He lifted out of the water, sitting on the edge to spin his legs around—
I spanned the distance in a heartbeat, my hands gliding over his wet thighs. “Don’t go just yet,” I said, my heart pounding against my chest. The position I was in, me in the water and him just on the edge of the tub, gave me the perfect opportunity to slide between his thighs. “Let’s see what kind of sounds you make,” I said before dipping my head and wrapping my lips around his cock.
He gasped, jerking slightly at the way I took him in my mouth.
I flickered my eyes up to his, keeping him in my mouth as I moved lower.
He groaned, a pleasure-filled sound that vibrated along my bones, and it made me smile as much as I could with him in my mouth. I drew back, stroking his cock with my hand as I swirled my tongue over his thick head, whimpering at the bead of pre-come that coated my tongue before I sucked him in my mouth again.
“Fuck,” he hissed as I upped my pace, my free hand digging into his thigh as I did my best to take him all the way in. It was impossible with his size, but it didn’t look like he minded one bit. “Kitten,” he growled when I dragged my teeth lightly along his shaft, ending only to suck his head before bobbing up and down again.
His fingers flew to my hair, half spilling out of the messy bun I’d thrown it in, his grip tightening the harder I sucked him.
“Aspen,” he said, his voice laced with need.
It was intoxicating, hearing him say my name like that, feeling him so undone by me. I moved my free hand to his balls, toying with the sensitive area between them and his cock.