Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 90475 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 452(@200wpm)___ 362(@250wpm)___ 302(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90475 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 452(@200wpm)___ 362(@250wpm)___ 302(@300wpm)
He closes the remaining distance. “Don’t you worry about that,” he says, then curls a hand around my head and presses a stubbly kiss to my cheek.
Mmm. That tone of voice is definitely doing its thing. “Since I don’t have to rush to doggy daycare now, I suppose I can say thank you properly,” I say, lifting my chin and meeting his naughty gaze.
The man reads me instantly, since his eyes darken, and he erases his grin, replacing it with a stern expression. “Get down on your knees like a good girl.”
I obey, then part my lips seductively, opening for him, waiting. He takes out his cock, then pushes my hair from my face and slides a thumb along my jawline. “I almost hate to mess up your lipstick. But I’m going to do it anyway.”
Once I draw him into my mouth, he continues to lavish me with praise and dirty words. “That’s right. That’s a proper thank you.”
I take him deeper and he fucks my mouth mercilessly, till his groans get longer, telling me he’s close.
I steal a glance at my dog, and the perv is staring up at Chase like he’s tapping an annoyed paw and saying can you move it along.
But that’s better than trying to hump Chase’s leg while I finish him. I give a deep suck, then Chase floods my throat with a strangled grunt.
And I spoke too soon.
My randy dog has wrapped his arms around Chase’s calf and is doing the doggy dance. I swat my dog away as Chase eases out of my mouth with a laugh.
I jerk my gaze to the dog. “Couch. Now. Go sit.”
Like he wasn’t the paragon of perv, Nacho trots away, tail wagging.
Once my pooch is curled up on the couch, Chase looks down at me with a sexy smirk. “Your multitasking with simultaneous dog training and BJ finishing deserves a reward.”
“A peanut butter biscuit?”
“Better,” he says, then hauls me up, spins me around, and pushes me against the door. He yanks up my sundress, tugs down my panties, and squeezes my ass.
“I bet more spanking is on your list after the other night,” he says huskily.
I shiver. “It is.”
He kneads my right cheek, soft, gentle, a little tantalizing, before he lifts a hand and smacks.
I gasp. Then I moan when he rubs his palm over me tenderly again, smoothing out the sting. He does the same to my other cheek, and when he raises his hand again, I tense but with delicious anticipation. His palm comes down harder this time. I moan again.
“Remember when you said you just had unreasonable expectations in bed?” he whispers in my ear. “The night we met you?”
“Yes.”
He brushes his lips across my ear. “You should have unreasonable expectations. So we can exceed every single one of them.”
God. Yes. “News flash. You are. Oh, and I learned I like spanking.”
Yup. That’s another kink I’ll toss into my big box of bedroom quirks. I’m gonna need a bigger boat for my fantasies.
“Good,” he says, then squeezes my ass again. “Mmm. This ass. I want to play with it, Trina.”
He hasn’t even seen my note yet, but he’s clearly eager for number four. Me too, since the only way I’ll be able to climb the double dick mountain is with a little booty action beforehand. Hence, number four—butt play.
“You should then. Soon,” I say, encouraging him.
“The things we’ll do to you next time,” he says, and I love that we. Love that he talks dirty to me about their plans for me as he plays with my clit while smacking my ass, then pinching my nipples till I’m melting and breaking apart before work.
I’m still gasping for air when he brushes a tender kiss to my lips. “Love your ground rules. Make sure to take care of my buddy sometime too,” he says.
“You looking out for your friend’s dick?”
“I’m thoughtful like that.”
You know, he really is. And since he mentions Ryker, that reminds me. “There’s something you can help me with for Ryker.”
“Name it,” Chase says.
I tell him what I need. “Can you send it sometime today?”
“I’m on it,” he says, then I kiss him back, a buzzy, druggy kiss that’s dangerous. It could lead to skipping work and lazing away the day. So I break it. I’m not such a hot mess that I’d miss work.
I am, however, a hot mess in other ways, so before I head to the store, I brush my teeth and change my panties.
That afternoon, I’m leaving the bookstore when Chase sends me a picture of Nacho sitting on a chair staring longingly at a latte—presumably—next to a guy who looks a lot like Chase.
Chase: Took Nacho out for coffee with my little brother this morning. Travis tried to use your dog as a lady magnet, but I said nope. Travis has to learn to be charming on his own.