Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 26646 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 133(@200wpm)___ 107(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26646 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 133(@200wpm)___ 107(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
The party is hoppin’ and the game is exciting. After an hour or so, we’re cheering, laughing and eating (with some occasional cussing at the screen). Chris is sitting on a recliner and I’m in his lap so that there’s more space for everyone else. He has his arms around my exposed stomach, and occasionally he rubs his thumb against my skin teasingly. Of course, I’m very aware of his groin pressed against my ass, but no one else knows since that area is hidden.
“Hey Patty,” one of our friends calls. “Can I get more guac? Your five layer is amazing.”
I nod, hopping out of my boyfriend’s lap and making him groan.
“Sure, no prob. Let me grab some more wine coolers too,” I say, surveying the scene. “We could use a few, definitely.” But before I can step into the kitchen, Chris grabs my wrist and winks at me.
“Hurry back, sweetie,” he growls, “my lap feels cold without you.”
I giggle as sweet shivers trail down my spine. That’s another thing I always look forward to on Super Bowl Sunday — sex with Chris afterwards is always explosive because he always gets super-horny after the game. It’s the testosterone in the air from watching football, and I love it.
Swaying my hips, I stroll into the kitchen and pull out some refried beans, sour cream, cheese, salsa, and guacamole from the fridge. I’ll just make a new five layer dip because it’s easy and fast, but then a looming figure enters the kitchen behind me and stands so close that it can only be my boyfriend.
“Hey you,” I giggle while swinging my hips sassily. “Is your lap so empty that you had to come find me?”
“How did you know?” a low growl sounds in my ear. My eyes fly open because that’s not Chris’s voice. Whirling, I turn and see the handsome Chase standing there, his huge form blocking out the light as those blue eyes glint down at me.
“Sorry, did I catch you by surprise?” he drawls, looking at my dripping spoon.
“A little,” I stammer, quickly putting the utensil down on the counter. “Oh shit. I’ve got butterfingers today and I’m getting salsa over everything.”
Chase nods and then reaches around me for the paper towels. But instead of moving forward to grab the roll, instead he reaches across me so that he leans in close, invading my personal space. God, this man smells good and I inhale deeply, breathing in the scent of pine trees, male musk and Old Spice.
But Chase isn’t done yet. He leans forward and that big bicep is literally so close that it rubs just slightly across my stiff nipples. It happens so fast that I’m caught unawares, but immediately, a pleasurable zing races from my nips to my pussy, making me gasp.
“Oh,” I murmur breathily as he turns to me.
“Here, use this,” he says, blue eyes hot as he hands me a paper towel.
Like a dunce, I take the offering with trembling fingers, and the handsome man grins knowingly. One big finger lifts to nudge my chin upwards, and I see that azure gaze darken until they’re almost black with desire.
“Patty,” Chase breathes, his mobile mouth just a breath away from my own. I want to taste him so bad. My tongue slips out to caress my lower lip, and the handsome man follows the movement with avid eyes. The sound of our friends in the other room seems to fade away, and it’s only us in this little universe.
But how can I do this? This is my boyfriend’s friend, and Chris is sitting a mere twenty feet away right now. He’d kill me if he knew this was happening.
“We shouldn’t,” I whisper, my eyes wide.
“Shouldn’t what?” Chase rasps, his voice just as hushed as mine. “You’ve just got a little something here.” Then, he wipes a bit of salsa off my cheek. “There,” he finishes. “You’re beautiful, Patty.”
My body is alive with hot shivers. This is wrong. It’s so so taboo and yet my body is pulled toward the gorgeous athlete like a magnet. I’ve never felt so turned on, and therein lies the problem. I’m dating Chris and I’m a good person. I can’t do this because it would be cheating.
But the handsome man reads my mind, and he takes a step back then with a mischievous twinkle in his eyes.
“Well, I won’t keep you, sweetheart. I know you’ve got a dip to finish.” Chase winks again and strolls out of the kitchen, leaving me to hyperventilate by myself.
OMG, what just happened? There’s no way that man didn’t just come onto me hard. I release a long breath and my hands grip the counter as I try to get my pulse under control. My knees feel like jelly. My heart is beating as quick as a hummingbird’s wings. I desperately need to come back to reality and yet the magnetism of my boyfriend’s buddy is undeniable.