Total pages in book: 132
Estimated words: 133224 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 666(@200wpm)___ 533(@250wpm)___ 444(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 133224 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 666(@200wpm)___ 533(@250wpm)___ 444(@300wpm)
We are fucking.
Another laughing emoji comes in from Antony.
Rebecca walks out into the living room with a cup of tea, and I guiltily put my phone to the side.
“Here we go.” She puts it down onto the coffee table in front of me.
My eyes linger on the beautiful woman standing in front of me, and honestly, I have no idea what to do next.
I glance down and notice that there’s only one cup of tea. “You’re not having one with me?”
“I thought I might have a quick shower and take my makeup off.” She shrugs, as if not knowing what to say. “Get into my pajamas.”
“Good idea.” My eyes drop to her toes and back up to her face in that dress.
Or just stay naked.
She disappears up the stairs, and I quickly text again.
She’s gone upstairs to have a shower and slip into something more comfortable.
Antony replies.
You’re in.
Henley then sends fire emojis.
Get up there and sort her out.
I stand and begin to pace back and forth. I run my two hands through my hair as panic runs through me.
Do I go upstairs, or do I sit here like a fucking dweeb and wait for her to come back down?
I should go upstairs; surely I should go upstairs.
Taking a shower is code for Come fuck me . . . everyone knows that.
But does Rebecca?
It’s now becoming clearly apparent why I like bad girls. There are no mind games, no innuendos about what I should and should not be doing.
I know what to do. I know exactly what to fucking do.
Every damn time.
Before I can stop myself, I slowly go up the stairs, and as I walk down the hallway, I can hear the shower running in the bathroom.
I imagine Rebecca standing naked under the hot water. I get a vision of myself holding her up against the tiles, her legs around my waist.
My body buried deep inside hers.
She’d be wet and tight, and fuck me . . . I feel my cock throb just thinking about it.
I put my hand on the bathroom doorknob to go in . . . but then I hesitate.
I want to take it slow. Her words come back to me.
She always says that I push the boundaries and that I don’t listen to her. Perhaps this is one of those times that I really should use the brain in my head instead of the one in my dick.
Maybe it’s a test?
I imagine me opening the door and seeing her naked and then her going postal and screaming and shouting and ordering me out of the house . . . I mean, it’s no secret that she can be overdramatic when she wants to be.
If I get this wrong, it could be catastrophic.
No, I can’t go in.
I sneak down the hallway, quietly tiptoe back down the stairs, and slink onto the couch; I lean back and rearrange the erection in my pants. I’m so hard, it’s becoming painful. Adrenaline is screaming through my veins.
This is an actual nightmare.
Fifteen minutes later, I hear the stairs creak and look up to see Rebecca walking down in a cream silk nightdress. It’s fitted with spaghetti straps, and I can see every curve on that sweet body. Her hair is wet, and she smells of soap and shampoo and every sin known to man.
I let out a low whistle as my eyes drop hungrily down her body.
Now we’re talking.
Thump.
Thump.
Thump . . . goes my cock.
I stand before I can stop myself, and as she gets to the bottom step, her eyes search mine.
“Wow,” I whisper. “You look . . .” My eyebrows shoot up in surprise.
“Overdressed?” she whispers, as if worried.
“Perfect.” I readjust the spaghetti strap on her shoulder as she looks up at me. “Bec . . .”
“Yeah.”
“I don’t know what take it slow means.”
Her eyes hold mine.
“You’re going to have to spell it out for me because . . .” I widen my eyes. “I’m hanging on to my control by a thread here.”
“I . . .” She looks around, as if for divine guidance. “I don’t actually know either.”
“What do you know?”
“That I didn’t want to say good night yet.”
I dust my thumb over her bottom lip as I stare into her big, beautiful eyes. “Am I”—I lean down and kiss her; my lips gently brush over hers—“allowed to do this?”
Her eyes close as the heat from our kiss steals my breath.
Holy fuck, she’s on fire.
She nods softly.
“Yes?” I ask for clarification. “This is okay?”
I kiss her again, and she smiles. “Yes,” she breathes.
Our breath is ragged and echoing around the room. A million thoughts are screaming around me, but as her lips touch mine, they evaporate into nothing.
A peaceful abyss.
We kiss again, this time deeper, and I begin to lose control as I grab her behind and drag her onto me.