Total pages in book: 39
Estimated words: 37197 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 186(@200wpm)___ 149(@250wpm)___ 124(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 37197 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 186(@200wpm)___ 149(@250wpm)___ 124(@300wpm)
“M-me?” she asks, her voice timid and tinged with fear.
“I can’t stop thinking about that kiss—”
“Stop,” she whispers and puts her finger to her lips in a shut the fuck up gesture.
A pair of nurses steps behind the station and gives me a smile and a slow, appraising look. They’re both in their thirties and are objectively beautiful, but to me, they don’t hold a candle to the cerulean-eyed beauty sitting in front of me. She gets to her feet and gives the two nurses a polite smile then hustles around the counter and grabs me by the wrist, dragging me down the hallway. We turn a corner and come to a door, which she opens and pushes me inside ahead of her. Harlow closes the door and turns to me, her eyes wide and wild.
“A supply closet,” I say. “This doesn’t look suspicious at all.”
“If anybody knew I kissed you out in the parking lot, they could bounce me out of this program. It was totally inappropriate for me to kiss you, and I can’t have you announcing it to everybody out there,” she stammers.
She’s so earnest, it’s adorable and I can’t keep the cockeyed smile off my lips. “First of all, you didn’t kiss me. I kissed you—”
“This isn’t funny, Hunter.”
“It’s a little funny.”
“It’s not,” she hisses. “This is my career.”
There is genuine fear for her job in her voice and the smile slips from my face. “I’m sorry. The last thing I want to do is cause you any problems.”
“Then what are you doing here?”
“Like I said, I can’t stop thinking about you,” I say. “And I have a feeling you can’t stop thinking about me.”
She looks away and falls silent as her cheeks flush once more. It’s enough to tell me that my instincts are right, and I’ve been on her mind as much as she’s been on mine the last few days. She finally raises her eyes to me and the way they sparkle takes my breath away. As I realize just how close we’re standing together, I feel the heat wafting off her body and breathe in the faint, citrusy aroma of her shampoo. It’s heady and my pulse begins to race as my groin tightens.
“I like you, Harlow,” I say.
“I like you too, but there are so many reasons this isn’t a good idea.”
“I can’t think of a single good reason.”
She opens her mouth—likely to give me a reason she thinks is good—but before she can speak, I push Harlow against the shelves behind her. She gasps as she looks up at me with blue eyes that are wide and round, and although I see fear in them, I also see a fiery desire. The hunger I feel for her I see reflected in her eyes. I kiss Harlow and she stiffens up at first, just like she did in the parking lot the other day, but just as quickly melts into me.
Harlow grips my hair with both hands and pulls it hard enough to make me wince. That sharp pinch of pain heightens the pleasure flowing through my veins as our tongues swirl languidly around one another. I slide my hands down to Harlow’s hips and pull her against me, letting her feel my stiff length pressed against her. She gasps and looks up at me with those cerulean doe eyes that are radiating both fear and longing.
“Hunter, I don’t—”
“Do you want me to stop?”
She looks at me for a long moment as if frozen with indecision. I can tell part of her wants to, but the other part, the good girl side of her, is afraid to open that door. My body is taut. Tense. And my cock is rock hard. I want her with everything in me, but I’m not going to push her into something she’s either not ready for or doesn’t want to do.
“It’s okay, Harlow—”
“No,” she says, her voice barely more than a whisper. “I don’t want to stop.”
“Are you sure?”
She nods. “Yes.”
Our bodies crash together again, lashing each other with our tongues as our kiss grows almost frantic. Sliding my hands beneath her top, I cup Harlow’s full, round tits in my hands, drawing a slow groan from her as I circle her stiff nipples with my thumbs. She lets out a sharp yelp and gives me a sultry smile when I give them a firm pinch. As I kiss her neck, I slip my hand into her pants, relishing the soft, smooth skin of her thighs.
Her breath quickens and grows hoarse as I find the cleft between her thighs. She’s warm and dripping wet already, and when I drum my fingers across her clit, Harlow gasps and moans. The tips of my fingers are wet with her juices, and she watches as I slip them into my mouth, savoring her sweet nectar. The taste of her is heady and hits my system like a drug, and I know I need more. I need all of her.