Total pages in book: 166
Estimated words: 169305 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 847(@200wpm)___ 677(@250wpm)___ 564(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 169305 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 847(@200wpm)___ 677(@250wpm)___ 564(@300wpm)
There could even be police downstairs.
But I wasn’t.
My pulse hummed inside my core as I reached between my legs and pushed aside my cotton panties, dipping my fingers inside myself.
Normally, I went straight for the clit, but I’d never felt so empty in my entire life. Both fingers I slid inside met no resistance as they thrust into my soaking pussy.
God, my fingers alone wouldn’t do.
I shook my head. Desperate tears stained the corners of my eyes. I surveyed my surroundings, halting on a thick cigar holder.
Scooting all the way to the desk, I grabbed it and crawled back into place, sticking it inside me as I began massaging my clit.
A shudder ripped through me. I felt filled, charged, eager to combust. It made no sense. The cigar holder was metal. Freezing to the touch.
And still.
Still.
Maybe because it was Zach’s cigar holder. In Zach’s library. In Zach’s mansion. But I could feel him all around me, hovering above me, whispering filthy things into my ear.
The ache between my legs intensified. I knew whatever happened here would never measure up to what I really wanted.
Zach. Pushing me against the Go board.
Me splayed over it, the stones digging into my back, denting my sensitive skin as he trails his mouth down my body, his head disappearing between my thighs.
My fingers sped up against my clit. I shifted, bucking my ass up to angle the cigar holder until it hit my G-spot.
“Oh, God.” My back arched like a rainbow. “Yes.”
I rode the cigar holder, my thighs straining, burning, desperate for more friction.
Voices carried into the library from outside the door. Oliver laughing. Dallas hollering something. Romeo placating her.
But I’d checked out, lost inside my own head. In another world.
Zach devouring my pussy until I come all over his tongue. Flipping me onto my belly after I’m spent, teasing his shaft along the slit of my ass before entering me from behind.
My breath caught, the pressure between my legs building. I whimpered, painting desperate circles around my clit.
Pinching. Teasing. Flicking.
His name fell from my lips like a chant. “Zach, Zach, Zach.”
It wasn’t enough.
I spread myself wider, pushing and pulling the cigar holder inside me while I worked the bundle of nerves between my legs with my other hand.
The night breeze caressed my nipples, sailing in from the open window. They pebbled beneath the current. I pretended it was Zach’s breath, tormenting me, demanding I submit to him.
“Make me come.” My walls clenched around the thick cigar holder, desperate, begging for a release. “Please, Zach.”
Please, please, please.
The voices outside the door grew louder. Merrier. It didn’t matter. My muscles tightened, pulsing to the symphony inside me.
Oliver stood right outside the door now, bellowing nonstop. Dallas’ laughter rolled inside.
Had they decided to take a spontaneous tour right when I thought it would be a good idea to get myself off? Just my luck.
And still, I didn’t stop.
Forever stubborn, I doubled down, forcing my entire fist inside my mouth to stifle a cry as I rode the cigar holder like a wave.
I clamped my teeth around my knuckles, hips bucking back and forth. Pleasure flared through every fiber of my body like wildfire, each cell catching heat.
I screamed Zach’s name into my fist, the word coming out garbled and raw.
After I finished coming, I slumped against the shelves, panting, spent, and utterly boneless. I tried catching my breath as the voices drifting from the hallway grew louder.
“…the hell are they?” Dallas clucked her tongue. “That he sliced the bastard, I can understand. Relate to, even. But he needs to answer his lawyer’s questions.”
Footsteps echoed down the corridor.
“The Bretts and Jasper just left.” That came from Romeo, his voice flat. Almost bored. “Signed all the waivers and NDAs Zach’s lawyer shoved down their throats. He’s in the clear.” A beat. “Speaking of NDAs…”
“I know, I know.” Oliver sighed. “First rule of Fight Club. Do not covet thy best friend’s banging hot wife.”
“Oliver.”
“I’m offended you’d think I’d narc.”
“I’m offended you think I’m dumb enough to trust you after a bottle of Clase Azul.”
“I’m offended that you’re offended that…”
Their footsteps continued, clicking further from the library. Meanwhile, I remained frozen, legs still open, not daring to exhale.
A gust of cold wind licked at my entrance.
Finally, when the quiet persisted for a solid minute, I released the breath.
Get up, you reckless idiot. Clean yourself. Chuck that cigar holder out the window.
Come to your freaking senses, Farrow Ballantine.
“Farrow.”
It took me a moment to realize my name hadn’t come from inside my head. Zach’s husky voice bounced off the walls, sounding extra robotic this time.
My eyes snapped open.
They immediately darted to the corners of the ceiling. Sure enough, on the one diagonal, a camera hung from above.
Pointed directly at me.
Oh my God.
He saw me masturbating in his house.
He saw my pussy wide open.
My fingers playing with it.