Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 33246 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 166(@200wpm)___ 133(@250wpm)___ 111(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33246 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 166(@200wpm)___ 133(@250wpm)___ 111(@300wpm)
“You like that, don’t you. You couldn’t hate me if you tried, even when I was being a dick, trying to do the right thing. I was dumb, so fucking dumb to ever deny us this,” I admit. I’ll give her an apology later in the form of my mouth between her legs. Fuck, I’ll even spell it out with my tongue on her clit.
“Don’t play with me, Trent. Please don’t play.” She arches her back, offering more of herself to me.
“Not playing, Kennedy. Never again. It’s me, you, and Briar. Now I’m going to make good on my promise. It’s Valentine’s Day, and this is only the beginning.” With that, I press her close to my body, slam the door shut, and walk us inside the house.
7
KENNEDY
Trent carries me through his house, my legs wrapped around his while I lick a path along the slope of his neck. The clothes I’m wearing do nothing to hide what he’s doing to my body, and with each step he takes, I can feel his hard cock graze against my core. I don’t take in our surroundings; I’m too busy trying not to come before either of us is naked. It’s been a long time since I’ve been with anybody, and since then, I’ve been taking care of business myself. There hasn’t been time for dates, not that I’d want to go on one anyways. It’d be a disservice to myself and the person I’d be sharing a meal with because I’d compare him to Trent the entire freaking time.
“Taking a shower with you, babe. First, I’m gonna watch you strip for me,” Trent says, slamming his palm on the light switch in the bathroom. The overhead lights are dim and not harsh, so it doesn’t jar my eyesight after being in the dark for so long.
“Only if I can watch you take your clothes off, too.” I slide down the length of his body. The shoes on my feet give me the much-needed height. I’m not super short, but I’m not tall, either. At five foot five, I can hold my own. Trent teetering near six foot makes it hard not to have to look up to him. Thank you, stripper heels.
“That’s a fuckin’ given.” He takes a step back, hand going behind the glass of the shower door and turning the water on. I wait until I’ve got his full attention before starting my show. The minute he rips his shirt over his head, it’s go-time. I roll my shoulders, helping the white button-down to slide off my body, only I can’t. Someone forgot to uncuff me, and as sexy is it is being at Trent’s mercy, it also means my movements are limited.
“Next time you’re cuffed, it’s going to be to the bed, when I can take my fucking time.” He reads my mind, then comes away with a key to unlock the mechanism, which he does with finesse and without so much as looking away from my quaking breasts. My breathing is labored, desire is dripping from my core, and the way he moves his hands is hot as hell. Trent’s forearms flex as he takes the handcuffs away, placing them and the key on the counter.
“You have a lot of experience putting those on and taking them off,” I tease. My shirt drops to the ground, and I’m already going for my skirt. The Velcro on the side makes removal easier, leaving me in nothing but a tiny G-string and pasties.
“Going to have even more with you in my life.” He steps out of his boots, taking his socks with him one fell swoop, and what he does next has my thighs clenching together. His belt is next, the clanking of the buckle, the way he pulls it off with one effortless tug, wrapping it around his hand and holding it for a moment. I’m left with a conundrum of what to take off next. Peeling off the heart-shaped stickers covering my nipples is not going to be cute.
“I’m going to hold you to it.” I make quick work of slipping out of my Mary Jane platform heels, losing the height and prolonging the inevitable.
“Panties. Off,” he groans, dropping his belt to the ground and working the button and zipper of his jeans. By the time I’m pulling the string on the side of my panties, he’s completely naked. Apparently, Detective Trent Hawthorne goes commando, and that’s hot as hell. “Motherfuckin’ fuck, Kennedy. Look how goddamn pretty you are.” His hand wraps around his cock, a bead of pre-cum at the tip, and I’m dying to have a taste.
“I want you in my mouth,” I admit. My panties drop to the floor with the rest of our clothes once I let the tie go.
“The number of times I’ve fantasized you sucking my cock and swallowing my come…” The admission rolls of his tongue. “Got one more thing to take off, and I’ll be doing it for you.” He moves in, dips his head, and when I think he’s going to kiss me again, he doesn’t; he does the complete opposite. Ever so slowly, he pulls off the sticker, doing it in such a way it’s like I’m the most fragile piece of glass in the world. While he’s removing it, his tongue laps at the bared nipple along the way. I’m really glad my shoes are gone because I’d surely lose my footing at feeling the raspiness of his tongue on my heated skin.