Total pages in book: 163
Estimated words: 164828 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 824(@200wpm)___ 659(@250wpm)___ 549(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 164828 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 824(@200wpm)___ 659(@250wpm)___ 549(@300wpm)
Or impressed. I’m undecided where I stand on it. All I know is that there is a lot of stuff going on inside of me right now, and it’s fucking hot.
I feel a flutter from deep inside again, and I frown as the air leaves my lunges.
What was that?
Is my body contracting around it? I drain the last of my drink as I feel a flutter again. Goosebumps scatter up my arms. Every time my sex contracts around the egg, I get a sharp jolt of pleasure from my behind. I drop my head, overwhelmed by the sensations. Everything feels magnified down there. Thump, thump, thump… pumps the pulse in my sex.
Fuck.
Nathan sits back down at the table and passes me my drink. “Thanks.” I pick it up and take a huge gulp.
I feel a vibration, and I close my eyes as arousal begins to take over. What’s going on here?
“Everything all right?” Nathan asks as he takes a sip of his drink.
“I just…” There’s another flutter deep inside, and my eyebrows rise by themselves. “Holy fuck,” I whisper.
“Mercer,” we hear someone say.
“Oh my God, Cam?” Nathan laughs out loud, and he stands to shake a man’s hand. “Eliza, this is my friend Cameron Stanton,” Nathan introduces me. Nathan seems very pleased to see this man, whoever he is.
“Hello.” I wince as I clench my sex to stop the flutters.
“Hi, there.” Cameron smiles.
“What are you doing here, man?” Nathan laughs.
“Oh, Ash has a family reunion thing going on. I’m just here to pick up a bottle of wine. She’s out in the car. I was going to call you tomorrow to try and catch up.”
God, this guy is gorgeous, tall, dark, and handsome. But of course his good looks could be due to the fact that I’m halfway through fucking an egg right now, and even the salt and pepper shakers seem attractive.
Nathan and Cameron fall into conversation, and the egg begins to pulse. Thump… thump… thump.
Ooooh, fuck.
My legs begin to open by themselves. Oh no, I’m going to come.
I sit back and grip the edge of the table with both hands as perspiration dusts my skin.
I glance up, and Nathan’s eyes are locked on me. He bites his bottom lip and then gives me a sexy wink before he continues talking to his friend.
Wait. What? Is he doing this?
He puts his hand into his pocket, and then the egg begins to pump faster. Oh my God.
He is doing it.
My body begins to contract as it rides the waves of pleasure, and it’s all I can do to keep a straight face and act normal.
This is so…
My eyes are trying so hard to roll back in my head as my chest rises and falls. I struggle for air, and I grip the table with white-knuckle force.
The egg pulses harder and harder, and my behind is contracting along with it.
I need to get to the bathroom. I can’t come here in front of Nathan’s friend.
Oh, hell.
Nathan is a bad, bad man.
My eyes widen as I drop my head. Will I make it to the bathroom?
Nathan smiles as he watches me. He’s loving this, the bastard.
“Yes, sounds good. Breakfast. The four of us,” Cameron says. “Lovely to meet you, Eliza. See you both tomorrow.”
I give him a flustered wave, and Nathan falls back into the seat beside me. “Sorry about that.” He leans over and kisses me. I grab the back of his head.
“Are you doing this?” I wheeze.
He smiles playfully. “You mean this?” He fumbles around in his pocket, and the egg begins to vibrate, hard, drilling me there.
I struggle to keep my legs closed. “Oh, God,” I breathe.
Nathan kisses me. His teeth catch my bottom lip as my sex contracts. “You like that, baby?”
“Take me home,” I whisper as the room begins to spin out of control. “Take me home. Take me home. Take me home,” I chant.
He pulls me closer for a kiss and I can’t hold it for a second longer. I shudder as I come hard. Nathan smiles against my lips and kisses me through it. My heart is beating hard and fast in my chest.
What the hell? I just had an orgasm… in public.
“You’re completely insane.” I tip my head back and smile at the ceiling in disbelief.
Holy shit, Nathan Mercer is everything I never knew I needed, and then some.
I’m marrying this man. What the hell? I can hardly believe it.
The reality of us and our messed up, beautiful story blows my mind, and I laugh out loud as I hold up my hand. “Do you want to see my ring again?” I ask.
“No, Eliza.” He smirks and picks up his drink. “I don’t.”
We crash through the door at midnight, our lips are locked. We’ve reached a new level of desperation.
Nathan has had me on the precipice of orgasm all night, and I’m quite sure that his new favorite toy is that remote control. He’s teased me, we’ve danced and laughed, and he got me talking a new level of dirty as I felt his rock-hard dick through his jeans. God almighty, I am good to go. I want something that only he can give me.