Total pages in book: 116
Estimated words: 112249 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 561(@200wpm)___ 449(@250wpm)___ 374(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 112249 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 561(@200wpm)___ 449(@250wpm)___ 374(@300wpm)
Laughing, too.
The condoms stayed safe in his closed palm while Gracen reminded him with a long kiss exactly what had officially broken his self-restraint. That tongue of hers flicked against the seam of his lips when he pulled away to breathe.
His celibacy—could he really call it that if his masturbation had been practically daily? —was only slightly accidental, but mostly chosen, aided by the fact he didn’t keep a lot of female friends, and worked for a solitary existence whenever possible.
He let Gracen’s kiss cut the chains.
He could already feel that mouth of hers around his dick until her tongue was painted with his cum. The visual was too much for Malachi, so much so that he didn’t realize how hard he’d grabbed onto Gracen’s sides, her skin soft against his rougher palms, under her hoodie until she whined against his next kiss and leaned slightly away from his touch.
“Easy,” she whispered. “I bruise easily which might not be so bad, but I think I’ve got appointments tomorrow.”
No, that wouldn’t do. He’d had just enough sense before texting her number to check out the salon across the river only to find a business that seemed well-maintained and popular. How many people walked through her doors everyday?
She couldn’t have clients at work genuinely worried only to embarrass herself by explaining the good time she’d had the night before because what choice would she have in the matter? How fast would that news make it around town?
Malachi had an idea.
Some shit never changed.
“Can’t have that,” he muttered. “And you think?”
Gracen blinked up at him, and those pretty eyes of her looked more of a greenish blue under the dim garage light overhead while lust swam in their reflection. “I wasn’t trying to worry about any of those things with you right now. You might make it a little too easy for me.”
Huh.
Well, he also liked that.
His thumb swept over the spot where he’d been too rough while he took one softer kiss from Gracen’s reddened lips. Despite his few-days worth of facial hair growth making his kiss likely prickly, she’d not shied away from the irritation. If she found it irritating at all.
“What do you like?” Malachi asked. “Tell me what you want.”
Gracen’s fingertips danced a beat down his chest until his breath caught hard in his lungs when her touch stopped on the waist of his jeans. There was no pretending like the ridge of his erection wasn’t below her hands. Within reach. Very visible. “Would you let me just ... play?”
“Girl, you can do whatever the fuck you want.”
He meant it, too.
As long as she touched him.
His consent clear between them, she wasted no time working his jeans open, and tugging them down his hips. His boxer briefs quickly followed the same path, shoved down with the rest of the offending material until his hard cock jutted between them.
Gracen nibbled on her bottom lip, half hiding her grin but also testing his patience in the worst way as her fingertips glided over the circumcised head of his dick.
Christ.
There was no way to hide the low grunt that split his lips when her thumb rolled down the underside of his shaft. Malachi would be a damned liar if he said his breath didn’t catch when Gracen stroked his bare shaft with two hands. One on top of the other so he felt it from his balls all the way to the top.
She leaned up for another kiss while her hands worked his cock, her lips pink and pouty for his mouth. Ready whenever he wanted. All he had to do was tip his head down to take the kiss.
Instead, he took a second to enjoy the view. He’d not even taken this woman’s hoodie off to get his hands on her body properly, but there was something wicked in the way she offered to please him first.
Debasing, maybe.
Or would she like that, too?
Malachi made it a note to find out.
“Say please,” he told her, huskier than he’d realized until the words crawled out of his throat.
Gracen pouted harder for her kiss, making her heart-shaped face seem sweeter. “Please.”
Only a crazy man could refuse.
He was a lot of things.
Crazy wasn’t one of them.
“Oh, my God,” Malachi mumbled against Gracen’s smiling lips, steadying his sudden weak knees by gripping tight to her bare knees. “Why does that feel so fucking good?”
“Like this too?” she asked back, switching to just one hand driving up and down his shaft while her other slid lower to cup his balls.
Fuck.
Yep.
“That’s perfect, too,” he told her.
Maybe in another life Malachi had done something wonderful and amazing to deserve the total endorphin rush and pleasure squeezing through his aching chest promising release, but in those seconds, he didn’t care to figure out what it was.
The tingling in his spine came on quick.