Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 64887 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 324(@200wpm)___ 260(@250wpm)___ 216(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 64887 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 324(@200wpm)___ 260(@250wpm)___ 216(@300wpm)
For one thing, it’s apparent Grayson McKnight wasn’t born with a silver spoon in his mouth, but, rather, has had to work hard for every penny in his bank account. At the bar, Grayson mentioned his mother is a high school English teacher and that he’s never had a relationship with his father. At one point, he also mentioned he lives in a small apartment that doesn’t allow pets, and that he’s saving up “little by little” to buy a condo where a big dog would have at least some patio space in which to hang out.
In terms of how Grayson has worked for those hard-earned pennies, Grayson and I haven’t talked in detail about our careers. At the bar, I merely said I’m a “design consultant” and Grayson said he “works in IT.” But based on a few of his stories, I got the distinct impression Grayson is working at the same job he landed out of college three years ago, which means it’s probably still an entry-level position, or close to it—and that deduction was only reinforced when Grayson said he interviewed last week for a “huge” promotion at work.
“Here you go, Ms. Diaz,” the clerk says, sliding my credit card and a key card to me.
“Thank you.” I smile at Grayson. “Come with me, Mr. McKnight.” I take his hand, and off we go toward the elevators at the far end of the lobby, both of us grinning with excited anticipation.
When we reach our room, I swipe the keycard against the lock, and Grayson and I tumble inside, both of us practically pawing at each other like hungry wolves. When the door closes behind us, Grayson backs me into it, crushing his lips to mine.
As his tongue slides into my mouth and begins leading mine in a swirling dance, I feverishly curl my thigh around his hips and press my center against his hard bulge, spurring him on. And that’s all it takes for both of us to become a frenzied, devouring blur of lustful lips, tongues, and hands.
“You’re such a good kisser!” I blurt excitedly, yanking up furiously on Grayson’s Henley shirt.
“Because I’m kissing you,” he says.
With a gleam in his green eyes that can only be described as feral, Grayson rips off his long-sleeved shirt, revealing a youthful, lean torso and lightly sculpted arms—one of which is covered in a tattoo sleeve. Grayson’s body isn’t what I’d call ripped. He’s obviously not a “gym bro” or a likely candidate to grace the cover of a men’s fitness magazine. But standing before me now, his chest heaving and his eyes blazing with heat, everything about Grayson’s body and energy is screaming “Virile! Healthy! Fit! Hot!”—all of which is making me physically salivate at the sight of him.
“You’re so sexy, Grayson-hopper,” I breathe, running my palm over a slight patch of hair between his pecs. “Show me the rest.”
Without hesitation, Grayson quickly strips off his shoes, pants, and socks, practically tripping over himself as he does, and then furiously pulls my dress up and off like it’s on fire. And just like that, we’re standing mere inches apart in nothing but our underwear.
“Jesus, Hot Teacher,” he says, looking me up and down. He licks his lips before fixing his eyes on mine. “You’re a goddess. Fucking perfect.”
I can barely breathe. Not every man wants a woman built like me. I don’t often see my body type represented as “sexy” in Hollywood and popular media. But there’s no doubt Grayson is genuinely salivating at the sight of me. Indeed, the look of pure, unadulterated appreciation on his face as he drinks in my every curve sends butterflies whooshing into my belly. So much so, I suddenly feel like I’m physically swooning.
I grab onto his arm to keep myself steady, as he leans down and devours my lace-covered breasts. As he kisses me, he reaches around and unlatches my bra, and when my breasts are freed from their bondage, he yelps with appreciation, before diving straight into my abundant cleavage and erect nipples.
After ravenously licking and sucking my nipples and breasts, Grayson takes my hand and pulls me to the bed, murmuring as we go that I’m “hot” and “perfect” and that he’s in heaven. His breathing ragged and his skin practically glowing with his attraction to me, he lays me down on my back, crawls alongside me on the bed, and devours every inch of my torso, belly, hips, breasts, and neck, all while stroking between my legs, on the outside of my lace underwear.
As my arousal becomes more and more apparent, Grayson slides a hand inside my panties and dips a couple fingers inside my wetness, at which point, I’m so fucking aroused, I can’t help crying out at his delicious invasion of my body, like I’ve just gripped an electric fence.