Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 71911 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 360(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71911 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 360(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
“You too,” she replied.
“Later,” I said, lifting a hand as we walked toward the door.
I wanted to get Brielle out of here and back to my penthouse. Tomorrow would come too soon, and I had to see if I could fuck her out of my system tonight. After what I’d just gotten a taste of in that room, I doubted a month with her locked in my bedroom would be long enough.
“He’s nice,” she said simply as we walked down the stairs toward the employee entrance.
“Yeah,” I agreed, not wanting to talk about Jimmy. I had other things I wanted to talk about. Most of which were descriptive things I wanted to do with her.
“I need to tell Clara I’m leaving or where I’ve been,” she said, pausing, as if just now remembering her friend was here.
“She knows,” I told her.
Brielle stopped walking and looked up at me with uncertainty in her eyes. “How?”
“On my way to get you from the restroom line, I sent one of the servers to tell her you were with me,” I explained.
A frown formed between her eyebrows. “You told her before you found me?”
“Yes,” I replied.
“You assumed I would go with you?”
I leaned down and pressed a kiss to her temple. “I didn’t assume anything. I knew,” I whispered near her ear. “You ever ridden a motorcycle?” I asked her then.
She stiffened, then shook her head.
I moved her toward the exit while she was processing that question and what it meant. We reached my Harley, and I took my helmet and placed it on her head. I’d rather protect her than myself.
“I don’t think this is safe,” she said, looking up at me.
“You’re safe with me, I swear,” I assured her while zipping my jeans up. I climbed on the bike and held my hand out to her. “Come on. Open those gorgeous thighs and wrap them around me.”
She swallowed nervously, then placed her hand in mine and pulled up her dress so she could open her legs. I heard her gasp and realized her bare pussy was pressed against my jeans. This time, it was me who was swallowing hard.
I looked back at her and grinned. “I’m about to make that pussy wet again.”
Her eyes widened as I started the engine, then ran my hand up her bare thigh. This was going to be foreplay I hadn’t intended. I’d end up fucking her in the damn garage before I could get her to my bed.
Moving both my hands to the bars, I tried to focus on driving and not the fact that she was straddling me with no panties on. It was impossible not to think about.
twenty-four
brielle
When Dean pulled into a garage hidden under the apartment complex, I was so close to an orgasm that my heart was pounding against my chest and my breathing was hard and fast. One more second on that thing with its vibration while I was pressed against Dean’s ass, and I’d have reached my climax.
Dean held out his hand for me to take and climb off, but I wasn’t sure I could move just yet. Being so close to coming and then it not happening had me slightly off-kilter. I took his hand but didn’t move. He looked at me, and then it was him who moved. He was off the bike, and then he was picking me up and pulling me from the machine.
He didn’t stand me up though. He sat me on the bike, facing him, took off my helmet, and tossed it aside. Then, he spread my legs open before stepping between them. It was barely lit down here, and the shadows over his face made it hard for me to see his expression.
His hand slid between my legs, and he ran his fingertips along my overly aroused area.
“AH!” I cried out, shutting my eyes tightly. It wouldn’t take much, and I’d be there.
“Naughty girl,” he said in a husky whisper. “Were you about to come on my bike?” he asked, shoving a finger inside me.
I could barely breathe. I was gasping, and I grabbed his arms to steady myself.
“If you’re gonna come on my bike, it’s gonna be with me. Not all by yourself,” he said, and then I heard the zipper of his jeans and wanted to whimper in relief. “Open wider for me,” he ordered.
Then, his hand was gone, and I felt his thick warmth pressing at my opening.
I did as he’d said, and our bodies slapped against each other, echoing in the garage as he sank deep inside me.
“YES!” I cried out loudly, loving how good it felt. Having him fill me with the smell of his leather jacket as it pressed against me.
“You got your wetness all over my seat,” he said, pounding into me fast and hard. “Such a bad girl. Your naked little ass on my bike.”