Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 71308 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 357(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 238(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71308 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 357(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 238(@300wpm)
Good, the feeling was mutual.
“Because you say the word, and I’ll get online and change all my social media statuses to in a relationship.” My fingers dug into the wood. It didn’t matter how badly I wanted to launch myself across the few feet that separated us and kiss the ever-loving shit out of her, I wasn’t budging. Not until she admitted what had her sexy little panties in a twist. “Until then, why should it matter who I sleep with?” How far did I need to push her until she snapped and admitted what she wanted?
“Because random hookups are just...dirty and impersonal!” she fired back, shifting her weight.
“Hey, dirty can be good, and last time I checked, you’re the woman who climbed into my lap and came so hard the theater next door probably thought it was part of the sound effects.” I arched an eyebrow, ignoring the way my dick hardened at the memory.
“We’re not random!” She huffed an angry sigh. “And besides, there were two of them. What were they going to do, take turns?”
I let a slow grin slide across my face. She was so jealous I half expected her face to turn green at any second, and I was loving every minute of it. “Who said I couldn’t handle both at once?”
“You. Can. Not. Be. Serious.” The look of pure shock on London’s face was well worth the annoyance of having the two puck bunnies hunt me down.
“Well, I mean, I’m not sure what college was like for you…” I shrugged.
“It sure as hell wasn’t orgies in the frat house!” She pushed off the desk.
“I wasn’t in a frat, but if you need to argue locations—”
“You can’t be serious!” Her cheeks went from pink to red as she marched closer, stopping when the toes of her high heels were an inch from my bare feet.
Fucking adorable.
“Oh, come on, London. Are you telling me you didn’t have a one-night stand or two while you were in college? Are you seriously as perfect as you seem?” I tilted my face down toward hers as she stared up at me with fire in her eyes. Fuck, her lips were kissable, even when pursed.
“Perfection has nothing to do with it. Sex is way overrated.” She arched her eyebrow.
“Then you’ve been sleeping with the wrong people.”
“People? I’ve had sex all of one time, thank you very much!” She put her fists on her hips and glared at me with everything she had.
“Once.” My eyebrows skyrocketed as pieces fell into place.
“Once.” She nodded. “And I’d say he couldn’t have gotten off me fast enough, but well…” Her nose crinkled. “It really was pretty fast now that I’m thinking about it. Awkward as hell, too. Trust me, it didn’t exactly leave me begging for more. Like I said, it’s overrated. If you were a woman, you’d get it.”
Awkward? Fast? Overrated? I was torn between laughing that some idiot had the privilege of getting London under him and blew it completely—pun intended, and finding that same guy and punching him in the face for leaving her with such a sour taste for sex. My cock argued for a third option of showing her exactly how good sex could be, pushing against the fabric of my athletic pants, which weren’t hiding much.
“Is that what you’d call what happened between us in the theater?” I gripped her hips and pulled her against me. “Overrated?”
“That was different.” She gasped, her hands coming up to my chest to brace herself.
“How?” My hands shifted to her ass.
“Because it wasn’t…sex.” Her breasts crushed against my chest as she leaned in, running her tongue over her bottom lip.
“Wasn’t it?” I moved my hand down her thigh until I found the sexy little slit up the back of her skirt. Then it was her bare skin beneath my fingers.
Her breath stuttered, and she moved into my touch. “That was…something else.”
“Huh.” I locked eyes with her, watching for any sign of refusal, then brought my hand between her thighs and found her underwear already damp. “You’re wet, London.” Keeping my voice level and my control firmly locked in place should have earned me a gold medal or some shit. Just the feel of her heat through the silk of her thong was enough to tighten my balls.
“Jansen,” she whispered in a plea, clutching fistfuls of my shirt.
“You want this?” I slid my fingers under her thong, just lightly skimming her swollen flesh.
She nodded slowly, her glacier-blue eyes glazing over in need.
I plunged two fingers inside her and groaned at how ready she was for me. “Feel this?” I pumped my fingers in and out slowly.
“Oh God,” she moaned, her forehead falling against my chest.
“I’d consider this sex since I’m fucking you with my fingers.” I brushed the shell of her ear with my lips, then raked my teeth over her skin.