Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 91864 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 459(@200wpm)___ 367(@250wpm)___ 306(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91864 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 459(@200wpm)___ 367(@250wpm)___ 306(@300wpm)
He grabbed my ass and squeezed, clearly wanting to accept the invitation. “Fuck, I wish I could bail on Sadie and Owen, but they really need me to finish up this project we’re working on. And I don’t need them hating my boyfriend because he’s luring me away from my responsibilities with the promise of incredibly hot sex.”
“Fair enough. Well, get on to work then and I’ll see you back at your place tonight.”
“Good. Make sure to be ready to go for me. I have a feeling I’m going to need that ass to put me in a better mood.”
He took a breath and kissed me again, his hand behind my head, keeping me close to him. When he pulled away, he just said, “Tonight,” almost like he was reminding himself, not me.
“Tonight,” I said, accepting that we both had responsibilities we had to tend to.
He released me and started to head away when I remembered. “I’m going to stop by the store to grab some things so you can make the potato salad for that dinner Mom invited us to tomorrow. She texted me earlier and she said Dad won’t shut up about the stuff.”
“I’ll stop by the store.”
“You don’t have to do that.”
“What’s the point of having a boyfriend if he won’t go to the store for his man?” he teased.
We parted ways and headed back to work, where I spent the rest of the day blue-balling and getting sexts from Ethan, assuring me that he was as hard thinking about getting together again that night as I was.
So strange to be with someone who I’d fucked as much as I’d fucked Ethan and to still want more…to need it.
After I finished up, I headed back to his place and rifled through some of the shows and movies he’d DVRed.
When the door finally opened, I was in the middle of the recording I’d selected.
Ethan entered the living room, a grocery bag in his hand. He glanced between me and the TV. “Are you watching Ninja Warrior?”
“I found it on your DVR. Now I think I know where my nickname came from.”
He winked. “I love this show,” he confessed. “This one’s really good. You think she’s going to bomb on the silk slider—most of them do—but she nails it and wins the whole damn thing.”
“Silk slider? It’s so cute that you think you’re still speaking English.”
He laughed before I hopped to my feet and approached him.
He didn’t leave me waiting or wanting for anything as he wrapped his arms around me, the bag in his hand slapping my ass.
Our lips locked and he dropped the bag and slid his hands under my shirt, feeling my muscles.
That spark that ignited after lunch had only intensified, along with how my dick was aching, needing him.
“You’re real lucky I didn’t rub one out before you got home,” I said. “I was tempted to.”
He smiled. “You wouldn’t have done that. Not when you wanted me to be the reason you came.”
“Well, don’t leave me waiting then.”
“Let me put this crap up and shower. I want to take my time.”
As much as it pained me that I’d have to wait a moment longer, the promise of him fulfilling everything I needed was enough for me.
He reached down and stroked my crotch with his hand. “Don’t worry, you know I’ll make sure you get off real good tonight.”
“I know. I’ve been getting rock-hard off and on all day just thinking about it.”
He grabbed my hand and put it against his own hard-on. “You think I wasn’t getting shit from Sadie and Owen when they noticed this?”
“I don’t think anyone was doing anything other than admiring that massive thing.”
He glanced to the side like he was reflecting on their reactions and grinned. “Maybe so.”
“Well, get your ass cleaned up and meet me in the bedroom.”
When he finished showering and entered the bedroom, I was already naked in the bed. He hadn’t bothered putting a towel on, which made my work that much easier. I hopped to my feet and practically attacked him, my lips against his, our hard girths pressed up against each other’s bodies, demanding release that we’d both craved all day.
As we made our way to the bed, he pushed me a little too quickly. I tripped and fell back onto the mattress.
“Holy shit,” I said before chuckling.
He crawled on top of me, straddling my waist. “Sorry, I’m just feeling extra frisky tonight.”
He leaned down and ran his nose along my jawline. “You know what that does to me,” I said as I arched my back.
“Yeah. I like the way it makes your toes curl up.” And as he spoke, I realized he was fucking right.
He was observant as fuck, which was surely half the reason he was able to satisfy me as much as he did.