Total pages in book: 132
Estimated words: 129113 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 646(@200wpm)___ 516(@250wpm)___ 430(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 129113 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 646(@200wpm)___ 516(@250wpm)___ 430(@300wpm)
He pulled away from her, finding it hard to rein in his lust. “Don’t tell me you don’t want me.”
“We’re not alone,” she whispered.
He pushed the sweatpants over his hips and freed his cock. “I don’t care.”
“They can walk in on us.” Her eyes darted to the door.
“As much as I regret rushing this, I’ll make it quick.”
He took her hand and folded it around his shaft. Her touch was sweet, innocent almost, but so damn hot. His very own good girl. She had no idea what a turn-on she was. He closed his eyes and gave himself a second to enjoy the feeling.
“Stroke me,” he demanded.
She rolled her fist around him instead of moving down, which just about had his eyes flip back in his head.
“Ah, shit.” He groaned. “Sorry, but it’s been too long.”
He lifted her dress high enough for his cock to have access and pushed the elastic of her panties aside. On the way over, he’d pictured her bed and all the wicked things he was going to do to her, but he hadn’t bargained on this strong need eating him alive. She cried out when he dragged a finger through her folds to test them. As always, she was ready for him.
He positioned his cock against her slick pussy and leaned back far enough to look her in the eyes. “Ready?”
Taking her like this was going to be hard, but from the way her pupils dilated a fraction behind her glasses, she wanted it as much as him. He pushed home, burying himself inside her as deep as she could take him. She jerked in his arms, and her lips parted, but she didn’t make a sound. Goddamn, he was going to explode. Her fingers dug into his shoulders as he rotated his hips, grinding their bodies together. Her forehead pleated in a pretty frown as she laid her head back against the wall and bit her lip, probably in an effort to be quiet.
“You can let it out,” he said on a grimace of pleasure, “because I don’t give a fuck.”
“I do. I don’t—”
Her words cut off when he pulled out slowly and pushed back hard. The way her breathing turned to panting as he moved stoked his own fire, making it impossible for him to take it slower.
He rested his forehead against hers and steadied himself with his palms on the wall next to her face. “I want to take your clothes off. I need to taste you.”
“Please, don’t.” Her gaze moved to the door, again. “Not like this.”
“I should undress you and eat your pussy, but I’ll humor you. For now.”
He coated her clit with the wetness from her arousal and flicked his thumb over the nub, not sparing her by being gentle. The high, pure note she uttered told him she was going to come. He fucked her hard, moving like a madman between her soft, hot thighs. They came together silently, both swallowing their sounds. It was an instantaneous relief, but not nearly enough. He wanted so much of her it scared him. He wanted her, again. If his dick would grow hard here and now, he’d carry on fucking her against the wall.
She leaned her head on his shoulder, a sweet act of surrender, and he was a happy man for it. He wrapped his arms around her and cupped her ass. Reluctant to pull out, he rolled his hips one last time.
A woman cleared her throat from the door. Alice froze in his arms. He couldn’t give a rat’s ass, but he knew Alice would be bothered about being caught naked, so he lowered her dress over her hips before pulling his cock free and adjusting his sweatpants. He looked over his shoulder to where Maya stood in the door.
“Sorry to interrupt.” She held a phone to him. “Cain needs to talk to you. The line is secure.”
Despite her blush, Alice lifted her chin and straightened her back. He had to admire her courage. He kissed her gently before saying against her lips, “We’re not done.” Only then did he take the phone. “What’s up?”
“We found the body,” Cain said.
The phone was on speaker so Alice and Maya could hear the conversation.
“Did you get a positive ID?” he asked.
“Yes. DNA match. I’ve made the necessary arrangements to have the body flown to Cape Town.”
“Tell me when. I’ll take care of the burial.”
“You won’t need to.”
“Don’t prescribe to me, Cain. I’m the one who made the promise. I said I’d take care of it.”
“A relative has already offered.”
“A relative? I thought you said his mother was dead and his father is a criminal in hiding.”
“There’s also a sister. Godfrey told her that her brother had died at birth. As you can imagine, she’s rather upset.”
“I’d like to be there.”
“His sister has no objections to that. In fact, she’d like to meet you. That’s why I’m calling. When can you fly to Cape Town?”