Total pages in book: 54
Estimated words: 49416 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 247(@200wpm)___ 198(@250wpm)___ 165(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 49416 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 247(@200wpm)___ 198(@250wpm)___ 165(@300wpm)
I love that she’s so consumed with the need between us that she's not thinking that far ahead, but I'll have to take these precious minutes we have and give her exactly what she needs.
Later, I'll edge the fuck out of her, but for now? I want to give her whatever the hell she wants.
I push the lace to the side, groaning as my fingers meet her silken heat, her desire making for an easy glide inside her.
I draw back from our kiss, looking down at her, drinking in her swollen lips and flushed cheeks, her mouth parted on a gasp as I pump my fingers inside her, wishing like hell it was my cock.
“So fucking responsive,” I say, sliding another finger in, stretching her, loving the way she clenches around me. “You've been needing this since the second you left me on that roof, haven't you, Kitten?” I curl my fingers, teasing a spot that makes her gasp.
“Yes,” she breathes the word, her head falling back against the door. “God, yes.”
I smirk down at her, pure pride filling my chest as I continue to pump my fingers inside her, the motions and pace exactly what I’d do if we were at home and I had all the time in the world to fuck her properly.
I kiss her quickly, sucking her bottom lip into my mouth as I press the heel of my palm against her swollen clit, pumping and grinding, relishing the way her grip tightens on my shoulders and her breath quickens.
“Owen,” she gasps my name against my lips, and I swear my blood is on fucking fire from the sound of it.
“You're right there,” I say, holding my pace, relieving the pressure on her clit just enough that she whimpers. “So fucking beautiful,” I continue. “All flushed and needy.”
I capture her mouth again, and give her the pressure she needs, pumping and grinding until she moans in my mouth, her pussy fluttering around my fingers with her release.
Fuck, the feeling is unmatched, the shared joy and pride I feel at getting her off right here taking me right back to that night on the roof.
I work her through the throes of her release, my kiss slowing along with my touch until I gently pull my fingers out of her, helping her adjust her dress as she looks up at me with a satisfied look.
She reaches for me, her delicate hand just grazing over my hard cock, the quick touch making me jolt—
A voice sounds over the loud speakers, announcing the winners of the silent auction, the reality of the event we're at crashing around us so quickly that we both laugh.
I smooth back some of her hair, kissing her again just because I can, before I shift away.
“I guess we should get back,” she says.
“We probably should,” I say, grinning down at her. I take a deep breath, a low growl rumbling from my chest. “I love that I'm going to smell like you for the rest of the night.”
Her eyes flare just a bit, that flush reigniting on her cheeks as I hold the door open for her.
We fold ourselves back into the party, mingling with everyone as if nothing happened. But Zoe keeps catching my gaze, her eyes filled with a needy desire I know will be the absolute end of me.
“Everything's going good here,” Caleb says as I hold the phone to my ear. “Numbers are steady, there's only been one fight this week, and we've only had six glasses break. All in all, it's been a chill week.”
“I'm glad to hear it,” I say, shuffling some of the papers on the small table before me.
“How’s the case?”
“Slippery,” I grumble.
“This fucker really is,” Caleb agrees. “He’s either smart and intentionally not using his credit cards to help me get a lead on his location, or he’s getting lucky. Either way, it’s annoying as shit.”
I huff a dark laugh. “You’re telling me. I just need two minutes with him. He’ll never bother Zoe again.”
“How is Zoe?” Caleb asks, his voice switching to that tone that tells me he’s wearing his shit-eating grin.
I blow out a breath, my thoughts jumping to the fundraiser last night and how I made her come on my hand. I couldn’t get that visual or the taste of her kiss out of my head.
“That good?” Caleb asks, laughing.
“Told you, man,” I say. “She’s a dream.”
“Still can’t believe your client ended up being the rooftop dream girl.”
“Me either, but I’m not complaining. Sucks under the circumstances, but she’s every bit the fantasy I’ve been dreaming about for months.”
“When do I get to meet her?” he asks.
“When she’s ready.”
“Fair enough,” Caleb says. “I’ll text you if anything new pops up. Let me know if there’s any new developments. We’ll nail this guy.”
“Thanks.”
“And Salty?”
“Yeah?”
“Try and have some fun while you’re out there. It’s not every day the girl of your dreams happens to be within an arm’s reach. Don’t waste that shit.”