Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 25840 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 129(@200wpm)___ 103(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25840 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 129(@200wpm)___ 103(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
“You look perfect, like always.”
We get to the front door, and she sees the bags then looks up at me. “What is this?”
“A surprise.”
Chapter 11
Rosy
“Are you really not going to tell me where we’re going?” I press myself into Darian’s side and already feel so much better.
My emotions got the best of me, and to be honest I’m not sure if Darian forgot my birthday or he was busy doing things for it and that’s why he’d gotten home so late.
Either way I didn't ask and don’t want to know. He’s here now, and it looks like we’re getting away for a few days. I have to remind myself that he’s a busy, brilliant man and that some of the technology he’s created has saved lives.
“What would be the fun in that?” He pulls me into his lap, a sexy smirk playing at his lips. I love that he can still surprise me.
“Are we going to the airport?” I shift on his lap, making sure I press myself into his cock. He goes from being half hard to a full-on erect instantly. Two can play at this game.
“Yes.” The hand on my hip flexes, and his fingers dig into me.
“Will it be warm?”
“Yes.” He slips his hand under my oversized sweater. “The plan is to keep you naked.” He hadn’t given me much time to get ready so all I was able to do was grab a sweater and slip on some flip-flops before we were out the door.
“I’m loving this already.” We could have stayed home for all I cared because more than anything I just want a few days with only the two of us. I want to disconnect from the rest of the world and get lost in each other.
He runs his fingers back and forth along my skin before his eyes flick to the front of the vehicle, checking on the driver and the security guard in the passenger seat. I already know what he’s thinking. He wants to slip his hand into my panties so he can feel how turned on I am. His fingers are itching to do it as he traces the top of my yoga pants.
“I’ll be quiet.” I lean in closer, resting my head on his shoulder. “I promise.” I feel his breathing pick up as I kiss his neck in encouragement. I smile against him because he’s the one to make a sound first as his hand cups my sex.
“You always feel so damn good. I could have the worst fucking day, and once I touch you, nothing else matters,” Darian says, spreading the lips of my pussy as his finger goes for my clit.
I bite the inside of my cheek to keep from crying out. Darian’s dirty talk could range from filthy and blush-making to sweet, reminding me why I only ever want his hands on me. Right now, his pace is slow and steady. He wants to get me off but not too fast that I forget two other men are within earshot. My moans are for his ears only. It really is a dangerous game we’re playing while my husband is having his own inner battle. He needs to make his wife cum, but his jealousy is riding him hard too. He doesn’t want anyone to hear the sounds he pulls from me because they belong to him alone.
“Darian.” For me the idea of sneaking around in the back of a car with my husband only turns me on more.
“Fuck me,” Darian grits out. I start to rock my hips, but his vise-like grip keeps me still. “Get out of the car,” he barks.
I open my eyes when I hear doors slam closed, leaving Darian and me alone in the car. The next thing I know Darian has me pinned to the floor of the SUV, and he’s pulling my leggings down.
“You’re so fucking wet. I need to taste it,” he growls before burying his face between my thighs. His mouth makes me forget about everyone and everything beyond this moment.
The first orgasm is fast—too fast. I don’t want him to stop and neither does he as he pumps his fingers in and out of me. His tongue caresses my clit, and I swear he knows my body better than I do.
“Darian!” I cry out when the second orgasm explodes through my body. My legs shake, and my skin is sensitive to any touch. He lifts his head, and when his eyes meet mine, he licks his lips.
I lie there trying to catch my breath, not wanting to move. Darian starts to put my yoga pants back on, but I want him inside of me.
“What about you?” I sit up and push the leggings out of the way.
“It’s not tit-for-tat, sweetheart. You know eating your pussy is my favorite thing to do.”