Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 27423 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 137(@200wpm)___ 110(@250wpm)___ 91(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27423 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 137(@200wpm)___ 110(@250wpm)___ 91(@300wpm)
He draws his tongue along my collarbone, leaving a line of cold and fire. “Well, there’s something you know about me. I like my quotes.”
“I’ll have to remember that.”
“Right now, I’m going to do my best to make sure you forget.” And he starts to fuck me again.
Oh god. Fuck. I can’t. I’ve barely recovered from the last orgasm, and with him plunging into me, I’m right there again. I can’t remember the last time I came so hard. Is it possible? The building of pleasure tells me that yes, it is very possible. It’s a certainty. The bed is shaking with our fucking, and the headboard slams against the wall. Fuck, I’m so close again. “Close. Please.” It’s all I can say.
Cole growls, putting on a desperate burst of speed, and I crack open again. Pleasure rushes into all the spaces, filling me up and pouring over and there’s so much I don’t know what to do with it. I’m screaming and laughing and cursing and oh my god oh my god oh my god.
I hear Cole grunting as he thrusts to the finish, pushing himself in a final time. And then again. He curses loudly, and I feel his cock twitching as he comes. My body is spasming, little flickers of pleasure are fluttering over me, the remnants not sure where to go. My breath is still coming in gasps, and I still can’t move. “I don’t have any words.”
He lifts his head from where he’s let it fall against my chest. “That’s all right.”
I jump as he pulls out of me, my body now so sensitive a gentle breeze would probably make me jump. Cole takes care of the condom, and then carefully unties me. Each time he releases a strap, he massages the joint, working blood back into it and making sure it’s fine. There are two sides of him—the commanding sex god who can order me to suck his cock and the gentle lover who takes care of me. When he’s finished, he crawls onto the bed with me, pulling me close and wrapping me in his arms.
It feels so good just to rest there, head on his chest. I’m not bound anymore, but I still feel like I don’t have any worries. I feel…safe.
“I’m thirty-two years old.”
“Hmm?”
He draws a calming hand down my side. “You wanted to know more about me, so I’m telling you. I’m thirty-two. I’m an only child. My favorite kind of food is Italian. I’m a dog person. How’s that?”
“I want to know more.”
“How much more?”
“All of it,” I grin.
He tilts his head to look at me. “That’s going to take some time.”
“I know.”
He leans down to kiss me. “All right then.”
9
And that’s how it happens. Suddenly, I’m swept up into Cole’s world, and we fall into a comfortable rhythm of talking and sex. Over weeks, I explore almost all the rooms and play with him. He makes me come on his tongue in the Ocean Room so many times I get dizzy. In the Office Room, I play the naughty secretary and let him bend me over the desk while he spanks me. He ties me up again, this time in the Dungeon. There’s even a time when he stops the VIP elevator between the floors and lifts me up, fucking me against the wall.
And in-between there’s talking and texts. We learn about each other. I tell him about Brownie and her surgery, and he tells me about how he grew up in Montana. I learn that he hates wearing jeans and he’d almost always rather be wearing a suit. I learn that he was a junior rodeo champion. Little by little I learn who he is, besides the man who makes my body feel like it’s burning up with pleasure. And little by little, I let him see me. It seems like a long time since I’ve had that with anyone. My last relationship was in college, and it didn’t end well. Ever since then…it hasn’t seemed worth it.
It’s a Friday when I get the text:
So I’ve been thinking…we’ve never seen each other outside of Club Deep.
I think it’s time we went on a real date.
My heart thumps in my chest. I’ve been wondering when this would happen, and I’m not sure I’m ready. Fucking the boss when no one knows about it is one thing, but making it clear that you’re dating the boss is entirely another. I’m starting to gel with the other waitresses. Rosie seems to like me, and I’m making friends. I don’t want any of them to hate me because they think I’m trying to sleep my way up the ladder or something.
I type and delete my response several times before landing on one that I think won’t hurt his feelings.
Going public will change things. I’m not sure I’m ready for that. Can I think about it?