Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 77043 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 385(@200wpm)___ 308(@250wpm)___ 257(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77043 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 385(@200wpm)___ 308(@250wpm)___ 257(@300wpm)
Seth clicked over to a premium channel on the On-demand menu, and selected a movie I’d seen the trailer for but had totally forgotten about.
Honestly, if I were alone, I probably would have grabbed for my tablet, gotten some more work done. Always, always being productive either as a mom or a breadwinner.
But, God, it felt good, for just an hour or so, to get to sit and be a person. No other role. Just someone sitting there, existing, enjoying some raunchy comedy that had some of the stress of the past few days falling away.
When the movie finished, it rolled into a different one. Something period and romantic that neither of us reached to turn off.
Me, because I liked romantic stuff. Even given my track record with romance.
And him, I don’t know, maybe because I had let myself move in close to him, my head on his shoulder, my legs over his lap, and his arm was around me, so he didn’t want to move.
But we sat and watched it.
Expecting, on my part, innocence.
I mean… when did period pieces have so much sex and nudity in them?
Now, I guess.
And all the fucking, well, let’s just say that I wasn’t exactly unaffected.
Seth’s hand came down to land on my thigh at one point. Nothing crazy. Almost chaste, a few inches above my knee.
But by the second sex scene, yeah, let’s just say that my body was having all sorts of ideas of what we could do with the rest of our adult alone time.
Emboldened, my hand went out, closing over his, and inching it up my thigh, then, before I could think better of it, pressing it between.
Seth didn’t need more than that.
His fingers started to work me through the material, driving me up at an unhurried pace. Like he had all day.
Meanwhile, my body was burning up.
Suddenly, my clothes felt too tight, too hot, too scratchy. And I was craving the feel of him. His hard lines to my soft curves. The weight of him pressing down on me.
Reaching up, I grabbed him at the back of the neck, pulling him down until our lips met.
Slow and deep, but growing in intensity as the need overtook me.
Shifting, I moved to straddle him, my hips dropping down, feeling his cock press against me.
Seth’s hands sank into my ass, pulling me against his hard length, dragging a whimper out of me as he did.
My teeth nipped his lower lip hard enough for him to hiss, creating a little space for my tongue to move inside to toy with his as his hands continued to rock me against him, the friction driving me up.
But, suddenly, I was sliding off.
Sliding down.
My hands were creeping up his jeans, then over to his button and zipper, working them free, then reaching inside to pull out his cock, watching his gaze go from heated to molten as my hand closed around him, stroking him to the hilt.
“Fuck,” he growled.
But then I was lowering down, taking him in my mouth, and the curse was a lot more savage as I did.
His hand grabbed the back of my head, holding on as I started to work him in alternating up-and-down and twisting movements that had his breathing got fast and ragged, his fingers digging into my skull.
“Fuck, get up here,” he growled as he grabbed a handful of my hair and yanked back until his cock slid from my mouth.
He didn’t let go then either, just kept pulling until I was forced to move to stand.
Only then did he release me, reaching for my hips, and pulling down my shorts and panties.
There was a moment of scandalized shock, being half naked in the living room, that fear of the kids coming out.
But they were dead asleep.
And even if they weren’t, I didn’t think they’d creep around Seth’s place at night.
“Come on,” he demanded, patting the couch cushions at his side. At my pinched brows, his smile went devilish. “Come sit,” he demanded, and it took me a beat to realize what he was saying.
Sit.
As in… on his face.
Desire pinged off each nerve ending as I moved to stand with a foot on each side of his body, then lowered my knees to the back of the couch as he sank down slightly, getting into position right between my thighs.
I damn near fell off the stupid couch as his tongue traced up me.
But Seth seemed to anticipate it, his hands sinking into my ass, holding me in place as his tongue found my clit and started to circle.
It wasn’t long until I was rocking against him, until my thighs were shaking, until the need to feel him inside was overwhelming all my senses.
But when I tried to move, he held on tighter, fingers bruising into my ass.
“Seth, I need you inside me,” I whimpered.