Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 72945 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72945 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
Who is this girl right now? I don’t know myself, and that’s the point—I need to be someone else, even for a few minutes.
“Come on, Baptist,” I whisper, looking over my shoulder. He bites my neck and my lip. “Fuck me until I scream. I want to feel you slap my ass.”
“You want to hurt for me, don’t you?” He spanks me, once, twice, fucks me faster. “You don’t know what you’re doing to me, Webb. You have no fucking idea.”
“Just for tonight, I’ll do whatever you want to you.”
“I want you to come on my thick cock and then I want to bury myself between your legs. I want you to ride me until you scream. I want to come between those pretty lips and make you beg for another taste. I want you to give yourself to me, Webb. I want you to be all mine.”
“Just for tonight,” I whisper as he fucks me faster, his hands on my breasts, on my hips, on my ass. He turns me, lifts my leg, fucks me facing him, kisses me and bites my lip. He bites my neck, my ear. He pulls my hair and pins my hands. I’m sweating and I don’t care that I’m a mess right now.
It feels too goddamn good to stop.
He groans in my ear. “You’re bliss. You’re fucking heaven, Webb. I want to fuck you until you’re nothing. I want to leave you quivering and moaning for more.”
“Take your fill and fuck me.”
“How far are you willing to go to get what you want, Webb?” He leans forward and whispers in my ear, his sultry voice shoving me over the edge into oblivion. “Tell me how far you’ll go.”
“I’ll do anything. Fuck, anything at all.”
We move together, moaning and grinding, and I’m so fucking close, his sexy and muscular arms gripping me tight, his gorgeous face a furnace of desire. I bite him back and he pulls my hair and yes, finally, I feel myself building and building, getting closer and closer, the orgasm right there on the edge of destruction—
I tip over and come, my pussy clenching down on his cock. He gasps in delight and I feel him tense, and suddenly something warm and wet fills me. I moan as he comes too, thick spurts between my legs, and there are no conscious thoughts in my brain, only utter and total bliss.
When I’m done, I slide to my knees and lick him clean, tongue rolling around his tip.
I’ve never been this filthy before in my life.
But right now, I’m his.
“Good girl,” he says, cupping my chin.
“You came inside of me.”
He tilts his head. “I did.”
Reality begins to reassert itself. I do some quick math, and I’m pretty sure I’m not ovulating—but I’m not on birth control, and he’s definitely not wearing a condom.
Slowly, I get to my feet. He kisses me gently.
“This is the wrong way to start a business arrangement, you know,” I say and start to adjust myself, getting my panties back into position even though they’re worthless at this point, trying to fix my hair in the dark.
“Probably, but I’ll admit, there’s not much better in this world than you coming on my cock and licking me clean after.”
I chew my lip, feeling a pulse of desire run through my core.
But no, I have to push that aside.
I disentangle myself from him and gently move toward the door.
“I want this to work. The business stuff, at least.” I hesitate, totally flustered. How am I supposed to turn this nightmare around? I’m so stupid, so freaking stupid. I fell for Baptist’s charm and now what am I going to do?
“I want it to work as well.”
“When I leave this door, we’re pretending like this never happened. You and me never—” I gesture in the air.
“Fucked. And fucked very well.”
“Right.” I blush and hope he can’t see it. “Everything from here on out will be professional. Can you do that?”
“I can do that.”
“Okay, good. When I open the door.” I clear my throat and stare down at the knob, wondering if sleeping with him was the mistake, or if leaving is.
“Webb.” He comes a step closer. “I meant what I said upstairs.”
“About having Cowan? I hope so. I’m about to blow up my life—”
“Not about him. But yes, he is on board.” He comes closer again, closer. “I meant it when I said I want you.”
I bite my lip and he leans down and kisses me. Gently, so gently. The passion’s still there, but muted now, like it’s fading away.
“One more time before you go,” he whispers and his lips brush mine.
I yank open the door and step into the hall.
It’s like throwing myself into a freezing cold pool. I have to do it quickly or else I’ll chicken out. I want to stay there with him and pretend like everything out here, out in the real world, doesn’t exist. I want to luxuriate in the fantasy we built.