Total pages in book: 155
Estimated words: 146417 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 732(@200wpm)___ 586(@250wpm)___ 488(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 146417 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 732(@200wpm)___ 586(@250wpm)___ 488(@300wpm)
His teeth scraped the shell of her ear, making her shiver and wish he would bite down just a little. “I love that you’re willing to talk dirty. I don’t have to pull it out of you. Tell me what you want. Let me hear every dirty, glorious word out of that sweet mouth of yours.”
It was funny because it put other men off. Never Beck. He liked her dirty and hot. He was the only man she’d ever felt fit her sexually. “I want you to eat my pussy, and then I want you to fuck me hard. I want that cock of yours inside me, and I don’t want you to stop until neither one of us can stay awake a moment longer. Then do it again in the morning.”
“I’m clean. I’ve had a physical recently. You would be surprised how quick Tag is with tests.”
He didn’t want to wear a condom. She didn’t want one either. “I haven’t had sex in over a year and I passed my last physical. Fuck me, Beck. Please. Don’t make me beg.”
“I like to hear you beg,” he admitted as his fingers found her nipples and she arched her back. “I like every single noise you make when I’m fucking you. I’m definitely going to like the sounds you make when I use a violet wand on you. I’m going to tie you down and light up these nipples until you scream.”
“I might scream soon if you don’t stop teasing me.”
He pinched her nipples. Hard. The pain shot through her like lightning going straight to her pussy where she felt a surge of fresh arousal. She was soaking wet. She might have been embarrassed by it, but not with him. He would love it. He would revel in it and lick it all up. When he kissed her she would be able to taste her own arousal on his lips.
“I’ll stop teasing you when I want to.” He licked her ear and then kissed his way down her neck. “I should do what I said I would. I should push you until you cry.”
She reached around and put her hands on his waist. “Please. I don’t need to. I need this. I need you.”
She didn’t want to get emotional. It could spark a fight, and all she wanted was some peace. She could find that but only if they didn’t talk about the past. This was a moment in time that suspended past and future. She wanted to stay in it.
He turned her and she found herself up and on the table in an instant. “Lie down. Spread your legs.”
She breathed a sigh of relief because she knew that look in his eyes. He was done playing. He was ready to move on to the main event, and she had avoided the one thing she didn’t want to do with him.
Get really emotional. Open up. She could take his affection without offering up her soul, and that would be best for both of them. She wasn’t a fool. He would leave again at some point. They’d passed the moment when they could have had forever. So she would take these hours and hold them close.
Beck stood at the end of the table and stared at her. He slowly brought his hand down to grip his own cock.
Maybe he wasn’t done playing yet.
She stared right back at him, memorizing the way his body looked now, including the new scars. She’d loved and worshipped every inch of his gorgeous body, from his silky dark hair to those ridiculously large feet. But she adored his cock. It was long and thick, and a pearl of creamy fluid pulsed at the slit as he stroked from the head all the way down to those heavy balls she loved to cup. She could spend a long time licking and sucking that cock and working his balls into her mouth.
“While we’re stuck here, every night we’ll come down here after hours and play. That will be my time. You’ll serve me down here, and all day I’ll do whatever you need me to do on this investigation. You’re in charge of that. I’m in charge of this.”
She could handle those rules. She wanted to explore this part of his life, to see how it could bring them closer together for the time they had. The last thing she wanted to do was waste a moment of it. “Yes, Sir.”
He stopped and shook his head. “No. I want to hear my name.”
She felt those words in her heart and knew she was going to lose the whole don’t-give-your-soul-to-him game. If he could get back to being Beck, they might have a shot. For so many years he’d used Ezra’s name as a shield to protect himself. “Beck. Yes, Beck. In this room, you’re the king and I am your happy sub.”