Total pages in book: 125
Estimated words: 117201 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 586(@200wpm)___ 469(@250wpm)___ 391(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 117201 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 586(@200wpm)___ 469(@250wpm)___ 391(@300wpm)
“Remember, I asked you what you would be willing to do for a peek?”
He kept coming until her knees were pressed against his stomach, his gaze riveted on the knot between her breasts. “It’s not enough that as soon as you lower that towel, I’ll probably have to call a doctor about an erection that won’t subside?”
“Funny you should mention doctors . . .”
His eyes shot to hers. “Tallulah. I already went.”
“And it’s still bothering you.” Slowly, she raised her arms up over her head like a ballerina. “If you promise to talk to the team trainer about treating the muscle strain . . . you can look.”
“This is the epitome of playing dirty.”
“Let’s call it incentivizing.”
He pressed a fist to his mouth and groaned. “Fuck. Fine. Done. Call it whatever you want, I’m not noble enough to turn it down.”
She arched her back slightly, planting her hands behind her on the seat. “Whenever you’re ready, Mr. Savage.” Very slightly, she slid her knees apart. “Unless you’ve changed your mind about what you want to see.”
Burgess swiped a wrist over his upper lip to collect the sweat forming. “I told you how that would end.”
“I know,” she whispered.
“Goddamn.” She actually heard the grind of his jaw. “You are a mermaid.” Both of his hands lifted, fingertips settling on the terry cloth knot, slowly beginning to loosen it and her nipples hardened so eagerly, pinpricks of light danced in her vision. “Because this is definitely going to wreck me.”
“And yet you can’t stop yourself.”
“God no.”
She gave him a slow wink. “Sorry, sailor.”
Expression rife with lust, he shook his head and tugged the towel open, exposing her breasts. He made a low, stifled sound, leaning down to explore them with a long look, his mouth falling open, as if he couldn’t believe what his eyes were telling him. It took him several moments to look his fill, before letting go of the towel and slamming both hands onto the roof of the SUV, dropping his head forward as if gathering his control.
Maybe a few weeks ago, that kind of animalistic response would have scared her, but not with Burgess. He allowed her to feel safe while also vulnerable to her body’s needs and wants. And so she didn’t cover herself or feel an ounce of reservation. No, she leaned back and shook her breasts for him, excited by the way he started to pant, his right hand dropping, hesitating against the zipper of his jeans, before tearing it down and reaching inside.
Fisting himself.
Groaning up at the moon.
Beginning to stroke.
“I wouldn’t do this unless it was necessary,” he said, the words catching on rough inhales, grunts as his hand moved faster. Faster. “But it’s either fuck myself or fuck you before we have an understanding, so keep shaking them.”
It was like a dream, this scandalous moment in the pitch black, bouncing her breasts for her boss while he masturbated in his jeans, and she never wanted it to end. Her body had gone from cold to hot so fast, she was feverish, the flesh between her legs soaking wet—and not from swimming. From the continual seizing of her intimate muscles, the appeal of this giant man who made her feel naughty and cherished, in the space of one breath. She’d forced this tightly controlled man to relieve himself in front of her and the thrill was like a chemical eruption going off inside of her, wrecking her, too. Not just Burgess.
They never broke eye contact as her hand found its way beneath the bottom of the towel, her moan swallowed up by the nighttime sounds and Burgess’s grunts, fingers sliding through that moist, swollen part of her, refusing to tease herself for even a second, finding her clit instead and petting up, down, up down, then breaking into a firm rub of the spot, her mouth parting on gasp after gasp.
“You want to finger yourself, gorgeous, go ahead. But don’t you dare let me see that pussy or I’ll have to add ten more locks to your bedroom door.”
“You could still break the door down,” she managed, though her back teeth were glued together. “Couldn’t you?”
“Yeah. I could.” His hips moved, wedging between her knees, the muscle of his right arm flexing in the moonlight as he worked, worked, veins beating in his neck and he leaned down, pressing their foreheads together, his hot breaths battering her lips. “But I want you to unlock it for me, Tallulah. Open it and let me in.”
Pressure landed on her chest. Good or bad, she couldn’t tell, only that it was a lot. It called for a big decision when her head was in the clouds, propelled upward by arousal so potent she could hardly get a decent breath. “Open it?” She licked at his mouth, doing it a second time when he bared his teeth and growled. “Like this?”