Total pages in book: 162
Estimated words: 158872 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 794(@200wpm)___ 635(@250wpm)___ 530(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 158872 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 794(@200wpm)___ 635(@250wpm)___ 530(@300wpm)
“Yup.” I work the tiny hooks faster than the speed of light.
She wiggles out of the tight slip, letting it drop to her feet. “Ahh. That’s better.”
Yes, yes, it is.
She stands tall, turns, and places her hand on her hip. “What do you think?”
My hot gaze travels over her strapless bra and matching panties, loving everything in front of me. “How many purple bras do you have?”
She arches a brow. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”
One corner of my mouth slides up. “Actually, yeah.”
She laughs softly, then lets out a big yawn.
“You feel okay?” I ask.
She rests her hand on her stomach. “Kinda queasy.”
“You want to lie down for a bit?” I tilt my head toward the bed and shrug my suit jacket off.
She flops onto the bed and curls up on her side. Not how I saw the night going but I’m relieved I got her to our room safely.
Keeping an eye on her, I strip out of the rest of my clothes, but leave my boxer briefs on. Between work, picking up the Mercedes from Quill, and getting everything else ready for tonight, I’ve been going non-stop since I woke up this morning. The events of the day and night seem to sink into my bones, pulling me to the mattress.
I roll onto my back but slide closer to Molly. She’s warm, soft, and smells amazing. I close my eyes and listen to her breathing. Beyond our room, rambunctious shouts and pounding footsteps from farther down the hallway seep through the walls.
We lie quietly together for a while. My mind hovers somewhere between sleep and awareness of Molly’s every breath, sigh, and movement.
Hours or maybe only minutes later, the mattress dips, pulling me from my half-asleep state. I open my eyes, worried Molly needs something. She rolls over, colliding with me.
“Oh.” Her eyes pop open. “Well, hello there, handsome.”
I can’t help laughing. “Hello.”
She snuggles closer and I hold out my arm, encouraging her to rest her head on my chest. “Sorry. I’m too dumb to know when someone gives me spiked punch.”
“Hey.” I tighten my arm around her. “You’re not dumb. Some of your classmates are dicks, though. I’m glad I was with you.” Fuck knows I don’t trust anyone else to look after her. I run my fingers through her hair. “You have any idea how many times I’ve wanted to sleep next to you?”
“Really?” She tilts her head back to look at me. “Is that all you wanted to do?”
“No.”
She brushes her fingers over my chest, then down my abs. “I’ve dreamed about waking up next to you like this every day.”
I grin down at her. “I love how much we have in common.”
“Me too.” She moves her hand lower. “You exceed all imagination.”
Her fingers graze my cock. My entire body jolts. A deep groan rumbles through my chest. Why the fuck’d I go with compression boxer briefs under the tux? My dick’s practically choking to death under the tight fabric.
“Careful,” I warn in a strangled rasp.
I turn so I’m facing her, dislodging her hand. “Kiss me.” I cup her cheek and press my lips to hers, cutting off her response.
Sweet, needy little moans vibrate from deep in her throat. She wiggles closer and throws one of her legs over mine. I slide my hand down her back to her hip, then squeeze her butt, drawing her impossibly closer.
Breathing hard, I pull away and stare at her face. “What do you want?”
“I want you to kiss me.” She curls her fingers around the back of my neck and attempts to drag me close again, but I hold firm.
“Where?” I brush my thumb over her bottom lip. “Here?”
She doesn’t move.
I lower my hand and cup her breast. “Here?” I sweep my thumb over the cup of her padded bra.
She gasps and pulls away to give me room.
“You like that?” I push the cup of her bra down and tease my thumb over her nipple. “Tell me.”
“Yes,” she whispers. “I like that. A lot.”
I roll the hard little tip between my thumb and index finger, then lower my head to flick my tongue against it. “Like that?”
She whimpers and nods. I can’t get over how sensitive she is. Every touch seems to overwhelm her. I roll her to her back and free her other breast.
“How about here?” I suck her nipple into my mouth.
“Ah!” She arches off the bed.
I release her with a soft, sucking pop. “Too much?” I feather one finger between her breasts, admiring a few scattered freckles dusting her skin.
“No. Please. Do it again.”
“Yeah,” I rasp, slowly dragging my tongue around one nipple, then the other. “That’s what I want to hear.”
“Oh.” Her body tenses, arches, and twists under me as I continue kissing and licking each breast. “Griff.”
“Hmm?” I kiss my way down her ribs and stop to dip my tongue into her belly button, then rest my cheek on her stomach.