Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 92535 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 463(@200wpm)___ 370(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92535 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 463(@200wpm)___ 370(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
But what if it works out?
Theo and I stop at nothing to get what we want at work. What if we used that to our advantage in our personal lives? What if we worked together and figured out a way to make our dreams come true? We mended fences with BamCo together. Who’s to say we couldn’t come up with a plan to date while also ensuring both our careers soar?
“That’s possibly the sexiest thing anyone’s ever said to me,” I manage. “C’mon, let’s grab a shower together. Looks like a gorgeous day outside, which means we’re going to hit the pool. I need to shave my bikini line if I’m going to get in a swimsuit.”
His eyes darken with hunger. “Which hopefully means I get to help?”
“You said you wanted to know everything.” I turn my hand over so that we’re palm to palm, and I wrap my fingers around his. “Prove it. Come learn.”
Chapter Twenty-Three
Nora
You have not lived until you’ve had your pussy shaved by a gloriously naked man with a hot mouth and a huge, hard cock.
There, I said it.
I’ve barely got my robe off when Theo’s nibbling at my neck, already naked behind me as I turn on the shower. His dick is enormous. It presses up eagerly against my ass, rubbing a small circle of moisture into my lower back, and I reach behind me to give his balls a quick squeeze before opening the glass door and stepping inside the gargantuan tiled expanse that is the Mariposa Suite’s shower.
Theo puts his hands on my waist and spins me around, tucking me underneath the hot spray as he kisses me. I laugh. He bites my neck. And then he’s grabbing my razor out of my hand and reaching for the tub of fancy shaving cream he must’ve put in here last night.
The need between my legs becomes acute.
“Any special requests?” He opens the tub and scoops out a good amount of shaving cream with his fingertips. “Shapes? Stripes? Especially sensitive areas I should avoid or pay attention to?”
I bite my lip, my pussy already singing in anticipation of his touch. “How about you shave all of it?”
He cocks a brow. “All of it?”
“All of it.”
“As the lady wishes. Spread ’em, honey.”
Theo keeps me underneath the shower head, hot water coursing down my body, as he steps back. I’ve already spread my legs, but he uses his knee to spread them wider, opening me to the heat and steam that swirls around us, making it difficult to breathe. Or maybe that’s just the hot guy offering to groom my pussy and make me come in the process.
I put my hands on his shoulders and hold on for dear life.
Theo rubs the shaving cream over my front to start, gentle strokes of fingertips that work lower and lower along my pubic bone until a single questioning finger slips between my lips.
My hips jerk as that finger finds my clit. I close my eyes, the heat from the water competing with the heat coursing through my body from Theo’s touch. I wonder if I’m going to be able to withstand this kind of intensity.
His gentleness.
My need.
The heat and his mouth and the knowledge that we have all day to do this. To make each other feel good. To learn.
I love that he’s such an eager student. Him, the haughty bond trader. The guy who lets no one in.
No one but me.
He moves on from my clit too soon, but I get what he’s doing. He’s teasing me, bringing me to the edge of my orgasm before pulling back, making the release that much more intense.
No one’s ever taken their time with me this way.
He’s lathering up my pussy with shaving cream, the ache his touch trails in its wake, making me curl my nails into the ridges of hard muscle in Theo’s shoulders. His fingers may be gentle, but here he’s all savage strength and straining need.
“Now stay still,” he’s saying, and he guides the razor ever so gently over the triangle of hair between my legs. He leans down as he goes lower, lower still. I open my eyes and see his expression has sharpened with concentration, lips puckered and pulled to the side as he shaves me in slow, soft strokes.
My body throbs in time to his movements. The hunger between my legs coils tighter and tighter until it hurts. My clit is screaming for attention, but he gives it none. Not yet. The shaving cream makes my pussy tingle ever so slightly, bringing more nerve endings to life as Theo sinks to his knees one leg at a time in front of me.
He moves the razor lower still. Using a thumb to open my slit, he shaves me in even gentler strokes, stopping to rinse the razor underneath the water every so often. I feel bare skin emerging, sensitive enough to make me moan when his knuckle grazes it. I roll my hips, asking for more.