Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 69511 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 348(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69511 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 348(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
But did Gable want me? Did he want more from me than just this?
I hoped so.
I’d wanted more since I’d first seen him.
I was such a masochist.
“Are you wet for me, Athena?” he whispered against my ear.
I trembled at the sound of his voice in my ear.
It sounded so… needy.
I did not associate Gable Carter with needy.
But in that moment…
“Why don’t you see?” I teased.
I was being brazen.
I was not a brazen type of woman.
How could I be with such little experience?
I’d had one, and only one, sexual experience in my entire life.
It’d been in the back of a car. I’d made it all the way to third base with my teenage boyfriend, Kasen, when my brother found us.
He’d knocked on the window, and he’d refused to leave until I’d gotten in his car.
I was thoroughly embarrassed, and even worse, Kasen wanted nothing to do with me after that.
With Dad and Gavrel being so protective, it was hard.
Even after my father died from being shot during a mugging gone bad.
The newspapers and media had acted like Dad’s mugging wasn’t political, but we were informed privately that it was, and the man responsible for his death had disagreed with his policies and had sought him out. The man had taken out Dad with one well-placed shot, and Dad’s bodyguards had in return taken him out.
It was only after Dad’s death that they looked into the guy and found him to be a complete fanatic who felt the world would be a better place without a single politician in it.
Dad’s death was the end of the political life for our family.
But just because he was gone, didn’t mean he was forgotten.
I would probably always be in the public eye.
That was why I tried to always be presentable.
If I wasn’t presentable, and my mother caught a photo of me looking scrubby, she’d lose her shit.
Anyway, that one sexual encounter with Kasen was nothing compared to now.
I was wet as soon as I’d felt Gable’s cock pressed up against my hip.
He took up my challenge, his fingers trailing from my ass to the seam of my sex.
His fingers were so long he could press the entire seam of my sex, back to front.
I knew he could tell I was wet.
There was no way that I wasn’t soaking my panties.
And it was all because it was him.
Was I slightly freaking out because of where we were doing this? Yes.
But also, it was somewhat exciting.
I mean, this was Gable Carter.
Holy hell, who wouldn’t be extremely turned on?
If I focused only on him, I could forget that there were upwards of twenty people watching me.
Holy fuck, there were people watching us!
“Focus on me,” he ordered quietly.
I closed my eyes and tried to ignore the people.
In fact, I managed to somewhat forget when his fingers snuck under the edge of my panties and started to run along my entrance.
“How do you want it?” he asked. “I can turn you around, fuck you against the wall.”
I shivered at his words.
“Or I can pick you up, wrap your legs around my hips, and fuck you face to face,” he continued.
“I could also put you on the edge of this stage, lay you flat on your back, kneel down and fuck you while I’m on my knees,” he whispered.
All of it.
I wanted all of it.
“Could bend you over the stage, too, but then you’d see the left side of the room,” he rasped.
Okay, yeah, I didn’t want to open my eyes and see the two very scary looking men staring at me.
“A-against the wall,” I stuttered. “Or over the bar stool.”
“Mmmm,” he said. “You’re really wet, Athena.”
I was.
I really, really was.
“It’s you,” I whispered. “And, just sayin’, I’ve always wondered what it’d be like to have sex in public.”
I didn’t know why I was being so honest with him.
He didn’t know how much I wanted him… did he?
And if I was telling secrets, I maybe should tell the most important one of all…
“You’re tight,” he said, his thick finger breaching my entrance.
I clenched on his finger, my body jolting in his arms.
My eyes once again went roaming, and I wish I hadn’t.
There was a man standing across the room, he had his cock in his hand, and he was watching us.
He was pumping slowly, and his cock was so hard.
I squeezed my eyes shut, trying not to think about what was in the room around me.
Was anyone else jacking off to us?
Was I…
“Come back,” he urged, his mouth going to mine.
I moaned when he kissed me.
His mouth was hard and unyielding.
Like he wanted me to kiss him back and wouldn’t take no for an answer.
He pulled back, his breath just as ragged as mine, and said, “Step out of your panties.”
When had his finger pulled free of my pussy?
My panties hit the floor of the bar, and I decided that I wouldn’t be picking them back up.