Total pages in book: 23
Estimated words: 22517 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 113(@200wpm)___ 90(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22517 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 113(@200wpm)___ 90(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
Would that be so bad?
This man is miles out of my league. A hot, muscular bear shifter does not belong with a short, overweight sham of an author.
I’m in the business of wild fantasies coming true, and us together is even too unbelievable for me.
“I guess your clothes don’t appear when you shift?” I ask with a nervous laugh. “Not that I mind. I mean… Not that I’m looking! That’s your private area… I’m not going to look at your privates! Although, it is quite large.”
I swallow hard as I stare at him with wide unblinking eyes, not quite believing I said all that. I’m an erotica author. I should be smooth and sensual, not awkward and bumbling.
But again, I don’t have any real-world practice.
“You can look anywhere you want to,” he says in that deep sexy voice.
My nipples burn they’re so hard. I swallow the saliva in my mouth as my insubordinate eyes dart back down for one more look at his gorgeous cock.
“Do you like what you see?” he asks with those sexy lips curling up into a grin.
“I… uh—”
An explosion rips out behind me, making me scream.
I turn and see flames coming out of the hood of my car.
I scream again when I feel strong masculine hands on me. He closed the distance so fast. Those mesmerizing brown eyes are right in front of me now, looking me up and down as he holds my arms in his big hands.
“Are you okay?” he asks.
“My car…” I mutter as I look at it again.
It’s not a giant explosion like in the movies. Just a mini one with a few flames that will definitely get bigger if nothing is done about them.
“Stay here,” he growls as he runs to the car.
“Okay,” I whimper as my eyes roam down his big broad muscular back. Fuck, even his ass is perfect. I can’t take my eyes off it.
He opens the door and slips into the driver’s seat.
Antoine’s deep voice hits my ears.
“You’re my little cum slut, aren’t you?” Antoine growls as he strokes his cock over my open mouth. “Tell me you love my cum.”
“I love it,” I gasp as I play with my pussy, sinking my fingers deep into my heat.
I’m going to die. Talk about embarrassing.
The hot naked shifter turns the car off and pulls the latch for the hood.
More flames slip out as he gets out of the car and hurries to the front. He opens it and a rush of flames billow out, although they quickly die down once the heavy rain hits them. Smoke and steam take their place.
I’m staring at him like a perv, but I can’t seem to stop myself.
First, he’s standing there with the orange light from the fire dancing across his glistening wet skin in the most tantalizing way. Then, he’s walking through the steam and smoke like a scene in some kind of steamy movie. And now, he’s walking back to me, looking like a god in the rain.
His eyes turn a little mischievous as he grins knowingly at me.
“What were you listening to?”
Oh shit.
“An audiobook,” I say with a nervous laugh. “My audiobook. I wrote it.”
Damn it! Why did you have to go and blurt that out?
His hungry eyes look me up and down. My whole body tingles in response.
He steps forward. I swallow hard.
“You like… dirty talk?”
God, he’s so close… He’s so hot…
“Um, yeah. It’s kind of cool, I guess.”
He steps right up to me, towering over my body, and lowers his nose to my neck. He smells my scent and then grazes his lips over my skin.
I shiver all over and let out an involuntary moan.
My head tilts to the side, giving him better access. A fierce tingling erupts on a spot under my ear with him so close.
“So,” he says in a growl. “Would you like it if I talked dirty to you?”
I’m breathing so heavily. My pussy is on fire.
I’ve never been turned on like this in my whole life.
I want to shout ‘Yes please!’ but I can’t seem to sound out any words right now. I’m transfixed into silence.
His strong hand gently touches my chin. He tilts my head up while staring at my open mouth like he’s going to devour it.
“I can’t hear you.”
“Yes,” I whisper.
“You’re fucking beautiful,” he growls over my lips. “I want to rip every shred of clothing off your sexy body and lick every delicious inch.”
My breathing gets harder. Rougher. More urgent.
“I want to spread your legs and sink my tongue deep into your juicy little cunt,” he says in a low rumbling voice full of need. “I want to lick your sweet pussy until you cum all over my lips and scream out my name. How’s that?”
I whimper. “Pretty good.”
Then he kisses me.
Hard.
four
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Layla
Holy hell…
This man pulls me into his rock hard body as his lips come crushing down onto mine. I moan as his tongue slides into my mouth. His hands tighten on my hips. It’s a little rough, but it spurs me on even more. I want this man.