Total pages in book: 31
Estimated words: 29542 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 148(@200wpm)___ 118(@250wpm)___ 98(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 29542 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 148(@200wpm)___ 118(@250wpm)___ 98(@300wpm)
On my back.
I spread a fresh towel over the new sheets, opened my legs, and lifted my sac. Very unglamorous. I rubbed lube over my hole, gently pressing a single digit inside. Hmm. Nice. I hummed along to Mariah Carey’s “Always Be My Baby” while I fingered myself, adding a fuckton of lube and finally braving the plug.
Shit, it was cold. Goose bumps broke out all over like a bad rash, sending a shiver along my spine. I curled my toes and tried again, stopping at the roadblock of the tight ring of muscles. I preferred a dick, thank you very much. This toy was…invasive and had no give. I sucked in a fortifying breath as I lifted my hips and pushed it all the way in.
Okay, that hurt.
“Motherfucker! Damn, shit, fuck.”
I gritted my teeth and inhaled through my nose slowly, willing my body to adjust. I still had sauce to stir, noodles to cook, and Roman would be here in—
“Honey, I’m home!” Oh, my God. “Chance?”
The music was silenced, footsteps bounded down the hall, suitcase wheels squeaked noisily on the hardwood flooring, and here I was…bare-ass naked with my legs spread wide, working a small rod into my ass.
I leaned on my left elbow and smiled sheepishly.
“Welcome home, dear.”
ROMAN
Chapter 2
My eyes nearly popped out of my skull, and my jaw dropped to somewhere around my knees.
I abandoned my suitcase in the doorway and moved to the bed, licking my lips like a hungry wolf as I bent to kiss Chance, resting one hand on his inner thigh.
Christ, he was beautiful.
“What’s in your ass, baby? Lemme see.”
“No, I’m…shy.” Chance winced as he sat up and pulled a pillow over his lap.
“You mean that isn’t for me?”
“It’s definitely for you, but dinner will be ready soon and—oh, crap! I have to check the marinara.”
“I turned off the stove on my way to find you. Smells delicious,” I purred, brushing my nose along the shell of his ear and kissing his neck. “So do you.”
Chance shivered. “I didn’t burn it, did I? I wanted to have dinner on the table, but it was hard to get this thing in, and—why are you smiling like that?”
“Like what?”
“Like a cat who caught a canary.”
My grin was a smidge manic. I couldn’t help it. I really fucking missed him.
Seven days was far too long to be apart. I kicked off my shoes and pulled my sweater and T-shirt over my head before working on my belt. I stepped out of my jeans and gripped my cock through my boxer briefs.
“My bad,” I rasped. “It’s just that food is the last thing on my mind right now.”
“You’re not hungry?”
“I’d rather eat you.”
He fluttered his eyelashes and looped his arms over my shoulders, drawing me on top of him. “Gah, that’s almost romantic.”
I chuckled softly, pushing his hair from his eyes as I lowered myself over him and fused my mouth to his. We sighed into the connection, kissing languidly—no hurry—just the sweet press of lips, the sexy slide of tongues, and the feel of warm skin and strong arms.
I splayed my hand over his heart and slid it down his stomach, cupping his ass as I licked his lips. Chance opened for me with a needy moan and hooked his legs around my waist. We made out for a while, pausing occasionally to gaze at each and whisper “I love you, I missed you.” After the long flight and a long week away from home, this felt perfect.
He felt perfect.
I rocked my hips, burying my face in the crook of his neck. My man smelled like summertime and possibility—a potent mix of sunshine and happy vibes. All the tension I’d been holding in my shoulders and neck faded away. I was finally where I belonged again.
I melted into Chance, pulling him to me, and rolling over so he was on top. He captured my wrists with a triumphant grin and swayed seductively.
“You got me where you want me, eh?”
Chance waggled his brows. “Yep. I’m in charge here. You’re at my mercy, baby.”
“Ahh, and what are you gonna do to me?”
He narrowed his eyes thoughtfully. “I think I’ll suck your dick first. If that’s all right with you.”
Uh…yeah, that was definitely all right by me.
Chance pressed kisses along my torso, stopping to trail lazy circles around my nipples with the tip of his tongue. I couldn’t lie still when he moved south, mouthing my erection through the cotton barrier.
“Tease,” I grumbled, sliding my fingers through his thick hair. A moment later, he lowered the elastic over my aching dick, opened his mouth wide, and sucked me to the root.
That was more like it.
He wrapped his fist at my base, stroking me as he pulled away, pausing to suck the tip. I barely caught my breath before he dove down again, bobbing his head while he fondled my balls. I tried to be cool, but I had a hard time controlling the urge to fuck his mouth.