Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 78108 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 391(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78108 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 391(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
I reach for his pants to undo them, but he’s faster, lifting me up over his shoulder and carrying me the rest of the way to the bed. When he sets me down, he’s careful not to bump my head and focused on his mission. He slides me onto the lower bunk, then removes my shoes and undoes my jeans, tugging them off. His moves are fast, deliberate, determined. I’m down to just a pair of pink panties, and he’s gazing at them with hunger in his eyes.
“Did you wear these for Jared?” He doesn’t mask the jealousy.
I shake my head. “I don’t sleep with anyone on the first date.”
He looks up with hooded eyes. “Not anyone?”
“It’s a rule,” I whisper, my chest heaving, my core aching.
“You’re breaking it.” It’s not a question, but it’s clear he wants to know why.
I give him the best answer I can with a hopeless shrug. “With you. I’m breaking it with you.”
Then, he shudders. All over. It’s the sexiest and most vulnerable thing I’ve ever seen. It’s like he can’t believe he’s here with me. Like he can’t believe I said that.
Or maybe I’m reading something into nothing.
I don’t even know anymore. I just want this man. My eyes stray to my panties, and I say, “Take them off. They’re for you.”
He breathes out reverently then slides my undies down, taking his sweet-ass time now, coasting them off inch by seductive inch.
I’m naked and he’s still in pants. I pout, then demand, “That’s not fair. Get naked now. You wanted to watch me ride your cock, didn’t you?”
“Correction: I want to watch you the whole fucking time.”
There’s something about the way he puts it, the focus on me…but I’ll analyze it another time.
He hops off the bed, undoing the zipper as I reach for my purse, finding a condom as he drops his pants to the floor.
My memory breathes a happy sigh of relief. The front of his black boxer briefs are tented. “Off. Now,” I demand, pointing.
With a sexy smirk, he sheds them in seconds, revealing a hungry cock pointing right at me. I’m so worked up, so aroused, driven only by this intense need deep within me to touch him, have him, feel him. I reach for his cock right as he climbs on the bed, climbing over me, then batting my hand away.
“Hey,” he says in a caring tone, meeting my gaze. “You good with this?”
It’s the first admission we’ve made of what’s happening. To all the things that bind us. The past, but also the podcast and our work together, the plans we discussed last night at dinner even. But most of all, to our vastly different wants.
There’s an unspoken question in there, but it’s not hidden. It’s the “you’re okay with this just being sex” question.
My throat tightens for a second or two, but then I push past the rush of emotions, zeroing in on the flood of sensations instead. “Very good with it,” I answer breathily, then shove the condom at him to prove just how fine I am with fucking him.
With a filthy smile, he looks down at me, then comes in for one more kiss. This one’s a full-body kiss. He covers me, his chest on top of mine, his cock nestled against my center, our skin touching everywhere. Sparks shoot through me, radiating to my fingertips.
Monroe kisses me deeply as our bodies say hello again. When he finally sits up, careful not to hit his head on the bunk above us, he smacks me on my outer thigh. “Get on my dick, baby. Need to watch you.”
Gladly.
We do the position dance, shifting around, bumping a little awkwardly, but I don’t feel weird or uncomfortable with him. I just feel eager as he rolls the condom on, then grabs my hips, guides me over him. He slides one hand up my stomach to my breasts while he offers me his dick.
My mind is popping as I take it, rubbing the head against my wetness.
The sound I make is so feral I’m not even sure it comes from me. It’s so wild, so heated. But he feels so good. He’s groaning, too, rumbles of encouragement, words too like yes and just like that as I position myself over him. He nudges his cock against me, opening me more.
I sink down. My moan bounces off the walls as he fills me all the way up.
“Yes, baby,” he murmurs, and it sounds almost unbidden. Like he can’t help himself. Like he can’t help it, either, when he says, “Look at you. Just fucking look at you.”
I set my hands on his pecs then gaze down at the man who’s sometimes my nemesis, who’s often my foil, but who’s always, first and foremost, my biggest fan.
That’s both a terrifying and thrilling thing to realize in the heat of the moment.