Total pages in book: 15
Estimated words: 14360 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 72(@200wpm)___ 57(@250wpm)___ 48(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 14360 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 72(@200wpm)___ 57(@250wpm)___ 48(@300wpm)
“I found one imperfection. And here I thought you were perfect,” I scoff with a teasing smile appearing as I shook my head.
“Well, I’ll try to learn to mix drinks if it means you will keep thinking I’m perfect,” he teases, revealing that sexy dimple again.
“Nah, I kind of like that you’re not without flaws,” I remark, waving off his comment. I lift the glass and try to take another drink, but I just can’t. “Sorry, I can’t take another drink. It’s too rough. A glass of water would be great.”
“Okay, that I can’t fuck up.”
“Thank you, Owen.” I chuckle. He stops and turns back to me, he grabs my hand and lifts me to stand. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” he growls, staring at me with intent. My body reacts instantly, hoping he forgets the water. “The way you laugh makes me hard as fuck. I have to taste those lips again.” He drags my body to his and kisses me until we’re breathless. “Now, let me get you some water.” He spanks my ass and spins around toward the kitchen.
“Bastard,” I grumble to myself. He’s too damn sexy to get mad at.
I run my hands over my thighs repeatedly, trying to get myself under control. I wonder how long I should wait before I attempt to seduce him because tonight that’s my goal. I’m not looking to the future. At the very least, I want tonight.
“Here’s your water, babe.” He hands it to me after he twists the cap open. My eyes watched his muscles flex with that simple movement, and I know that my panties are drenched. I guzzle my water because my mouth is suddenly drier than the Sahara.
“What’s on your mind?” he asks the question, but the way his eyes focus between my thighs, I know he’s already well aware where my mind is.
“On you.”
“That’s a great place,” he grunts out, taking a drink of his beer then sets it down on the coffee table. “Now I want the rest of you on me.” He grabs the bottle of water, setting it next to his beer and then scoops me up in his arms, cradling me as he walks upstairs.
Chapter 4
Owen
There’s no need for words at this moment, watching her thighs clench together as she eye fucked the muscles in my arms was too much.
Then she had to go and drink the water without taking a breath; thoughts of how she would take my cock down her throat was the last straw. I scoop her up into my arms and rush upstairs. I kick my bedroom door closed with my foot, then set her down on her feet.
I can’t get us naked fast enough. Everything she says and does always goes straight to my dick. My balls are heavy like I didn’t already come today. I have a feeling that it’ll always be that way when she’s around—aching and ready.
Thrusting my hands into her hair, I kiss her until we’re both panting wildly. Her hands tug my Henley out of my pants and over my head. “Wow,” she gasps, running her fingers over my chest. Even as the boss, I haven’t let that keep me from exercise. “You don’t sit behind a desk that often, do you?”
“No, I like to work with my hands,” I grunt. She yanks on my belt buckle, but I have to see more of her. I reach out and lift off her top. Groaning and biting my lip, I stare at her round, perky, huge tits. They’re barely covered by a silky white bra with lace trim on the cups. Fuck me. I’m going to come like a teenage boy.
She reaches around behind her and frees her tits from that contraption. “Mister, if you don’t get your hands moving, I’m going to have to take care of myself.” Her hands then slide under her breasts, cupping them before splaying them over her taut nipples.
“You won’t need to take care of yourself ever again,” I promise. Leaning down, I pull her hands away from my treat and suck her stiff peak in my mouth while one hand squeezes the other fantastic mound. I pluck her nipples, making her moan. I switch between them until her knees begin to buckle.
Dropping down to my knees, I grasp the hem of her yoga pants. With a mind of its own, my mouth attacks her pussy kissing her through the material before I even slide them off her perfect legs. My balls are aching and so high up that I might not get inside of her before I come again.
With her picking up her feet one at a time, I pull off the pants impatiently taking her panties with them. I lift one of her legs bending it over my shoulder and do what I’ve been craving for hours. My fingers part her lips, revealing her soaking wet pink cunt to my eyes. Unable to resist, my tongue lashes and laps at her pussy, pulling her sweet, tangy juices onto my taste buds, creating a new hunger that I’m going to have every damn day.