Total pages in book: 110
Estimated words: 107454 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 537(@200wpm)___ 430(@250wpm)___ 358(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107454 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 537(@200wpm)___ 430(@250wpm)___ 358(@300wpm)
“Are they?”
“Yes, they’re still stupid.” He takes a beat. “Stupid hot.”
“Good answer.” I coast my hands down his chest, unbutton his terrible khaki shorts. “By the way, I can’t stand these either.”
“Just take them off. Just take everything off. Maybe you won’t hate me so much.”
“Maybe I won’t,” I say, but I definitely don’t hate him.
He’s growing on me. A lot.
I take him up on his offer, stripping him . . . and shut the front door.
Orange.
Tight.
Briefs.
Am I hallucinating? Or is this my lucky week? I have such a thing for a hot pair of underwear. “I had this nightmare you were going to have on navy-blue boring boxer briefs,” I confess as I gawk at the sight of my banker nearly revealed. Yeah, I have no more questions about Mark Banks. Everything is clear.
“I’m full of surprises,” he says.
I’ll say. “And this is my favorite kind.” I cover his bulge, and we both groan at the same time. “But, as much as I like these . . . I need them off.”
I reach for the waistband, but he’s faster. In the blink of an eye, Mark shoves down his briefs.
I heat up everywhere.
“Oh, fuck me,” I groan as his cock springs free.
That preview I got in the dressing room had nothing on the real thing. He’s long, thick, hard, and already leaking at the tip.
I wrap a hand around his shaft, and lust charges down my spine.
“Oh God,” he rasps, and then his hands are everywhere. They’re all over me. Traveling up and down my chest, and grabbing at my waist like he has to hold on or he’ll fall apart.
I suspect something else about Mark too. I’ve done the math on how young Mark was when he got married. Twenty-one.
Which means . . .
As I fondle his cock, I ask a direct question. “Have you ever been with a guy before?”
He shrugs. “Barely. And when I did I wasn't even old enough to drink,” he says, on a breathless shudder.
Holy hell. This is not just a treat. It’s a privilege. I’m not merely his idle curiosity. I’m his first time with a man?
Now there are two of us trembling with eagerness. I want to say something witty and clever, but I’ve got nothing except the truth. “I’ll make it good for you,” I whisper.
His lips curve into a cocky grin. “You know what would be good for me? If you shut up and got undressed too.”
I laugh, then we’re both working fast to get my clothes off, and when I’m wearing nothing, too, I slam my body to his, our cocks rubbing together as I take over the kiss again.
Mark tugs me back to the bed, falling down onto the mattress, making sure we don’t separate. His hands race along my back, my arms, down to my ass. Like he’s determined to explore every inch of me.
I climb over him, pinning him down. Staring at him. “So maybe you did want me,” I tease, keeping up the mood, since it seems to unlock him.
“You know I did.” He grunts.
He is just a man on edge. I let go of his wrists and the second I do, he sits up, reaches for my cock, and wraps a hand around me. Pleasure skids down my spine. But the way I feel right now is nothing to the way he looks. His eyes heat as he strokes me, brings a thumb over the head of my cock, wiping off a drop of liquid arousal.
“Taste me already. You know you want to,” I urge him on.
With just a breathy nod, he brings his thumb to his mouth, sucks off the taste of me. “Mmm. Yes.”
Have I ever seen anything sexier than Mark Banks right now?
The answer is no. Those gorgeous eyes roll back into his head, and he unleashes a hungry groan.
When his thumb slips from his mouth, his gaze locks on mine.
I lean over him, plant a soft kiss on those lips, then pull back. My instincts haven’t led me astray so far with Mark, so I toss out a question. “What do you want to do to me?”
I’m pretty sure he wants to touch me right now, more than he wants to be touched.
“I’ve got a long list,” he says, and it’s like the admission frees him.
Maybe it frees me a little bit too. My plan to tease with exquisite sexual torture falls to the wayside entirely. I give the man what he wants.
Me.
I fall down on my back, park my hands behind my head. “Then do whatever you want to me. And start at the top of that list.”
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MARK
That’s going to take a long time.
The man has no idea. Seven or eight years of pent-up curiosity is nothing to sneeze at.
I straddle Asher and dip my face to kiss his neck. Inhale that rainwater and summer breeze scent that’s now mixed with a little sweat from the dance club. My God, he’s so much better than my fantasies.