Total pages in book: 135
Estimated words: 123672 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 618(@200wpm)___ 495(@250wpm)___ 412(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 123672 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 618(@200wpm)___ 495(@250wpm)___ 412(@300wpm)
Alex - Wouldn’t you like to know.
Kyah - I think you have a whole bunch of dirty little secrets that I’d like to know. But to answer your question, yes. You can take me out, but you better blow my mind. Otherwise, I’m not giving you another chance.
Alex - Liar.
Alex - Your new collar will be waiting for you when you get home.
I laugh to myself, placing my phone back onto the table as my next client strides through the door. Then just as I get him settled into my chair with the design I spent nearly three hours on last week stenciled onto his skin, my phone buzzes with another notification, only this is a sound I’ve never heard before.
My brows furrow, and as I scoop up my phone, I realize it’s my new security system alerting me that my alarm is going off, and I suck in a gasp, quickly unlocking my phone and checking the security footage to watch in real time as Alex breaks into my apartment and looks directly up toward the camera, a wicked grin on his face.
“What the hell?” I mutter to myself just as he reaches up high, having to push up onto his tippy toes, and loops something over the mistletoe monster cock—a fucking collar.
Looking more than proud of himself, Alex faces the camera again, and damn it, the way he’s staring directly at the camera tells me he’s looking right at me. He fists the hem of his shirt, and as a wicked smirk stretches across his face, he pulls his shirt up, giving me the perfect show. Only when I think he’s about to drop his shirt back into place, those dark, delicious eyes sparkle with silent laughter and he presses his pointer finger right to his useless man-nipple and rubs tight little circles.
A laugh tears from the back of my throat, and I have to smother my hand over my face to keep from howling like a fucking animal as I watch this ridiculously gorgeous man caress his own nipple, and as stupid as it is, I find myself insanely jealous.
Alex can’t keep a straight face, and he laughs as his shirt falls back into place, hiding his sculpted abs. With that, he makes his way back out of my apartment, pulling the door closed behind him.
Unable to help myself, I close out my security app and open a new text.
Kyah - Since when did you have a key to my apartment?
Alex - You really think I was going to let my friend replace your door without keeping a key for myself? Come on, Mace. I thought you knew me better than that.
Kyah - I think we need to discuss boundaries.
Kyah - Also, the camera feed went a little fuzzy. I’m gonna need a replay of your titty-rubbing technique up close and personal. You know, for educational purposes.
Alex - Only if I get to see your monster cock thrusting techniques up close and personal. You know, for educational purposes.
Kyah - You couldn’t handle my monster cock thrusting techniques.
Alex - Wanna bet? Bring that bastard over to my place.
Kyah - I would, but some asshole mistook it for a ceiling fan.
Alex - Shit. He sounds like a real prick.
Kyah - The biggest!
21
KYAH
Alex’s hand rests in mine, his arm looped over my shoulder as we make our way along the East River, gazing out toward the Brooklyn Bridge, and despite having lived here my whole life, I’m blown away. I love my home. It’s so damn beautiful, especially at night. There’s just something magical about the lower Manhattan skyline and seeing the way the city lights sparkle against the darkened sky.
It’s everything. I don’t know if it’s an age thing or maybe I’ve just been too busy trying to build a life for myself, but I don’t think I’ve ever taken a moment to stop and appreciate its beauty. The fact that I get to do it with Alex right beside me only makes it that much better.
I’ve never been so giddy, and it has everything to do with the way he looks at me. It’s as though I’m the most tempting snack he’s ever been offered, but at the same time, I can tell he wants to know everything about my life and how I ended up here. Alex actually listens as though he’s hanging on every word, not just trying to make small talk like most guys on a first date, and it does something to me.
Every time his fingers brush over my skin, I’m left with a trail of goosebumps where he touches me. When he leans in closer and murmurs something a little risqué in my ear, I can’t help but bite my bottom lip and discreetly try to clench my thighs together.
I’ve never experienced anything like this, and it scares the crap out of me. If I’m not careful, I’m going to fall hard and fast. But Alex isn’t the kind of man to stand back and let me fall. No, he’s the kind who’s going to strap a helmet to my head and push me right off the edge. But he’ll jump right along with me, holding my hand the whole way down.