Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 54721 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 274(@200wpm)___ 219(@250wpm)___ 182(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 54721 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 274(@200wpm)___ 219(@250wpm)___ 182(@300wpm)
How in the fuck had she managed to do that to me?
Yeah… a goddamn fucking, incorrigible brat.
She wasn’t finished with me, though. The scheming minx wanted more and wasn’t giving me the chance to walk away from her. Simone rolled on top of me and fused her mouth to mine. I had no idea how much I needed that kiss, but I was immediately lost to it. And despite the fact I outweighed her by a good hundred pounds, she somehow managed to roll us so she was on her back and I was on top of her.
She fisted my hair, gave it a hard yank and then put a palm to the top of my head.
Eyes gleaming with lust and challenge, she pushed me down her body. She never said a word, but her intent was transparent.
What she needed was clear.
That fucking woman pushed me right down until my face was over her pussy. She spread her legs wide, tilted her hips up, and said, “Give it to me, Van.”
And fucking Christ… I buried my face between her legs and gave it to her hard.
Just like I’m doing now.
Exactly like I did then.
It’s come full circle for us, right in this moment.
Simone starts panting as I fuck her with my mouth and fingers, rotating her hips to maximize her pleasure. Taking alongside my giving. It’s one of the things I love most about her… that she’s not ashamed to ask for what she wants in the bedroom.
I’ve always, always given it to her.
With pure joy on my part.
Just like I am now.
I twirl my tongue around her swollen clit before battering it. I thrust my fingers in and out, and I have one small regret not being on that bed as I’d have one in her ass too.
Simone sucks air deep into her lungs, her fingernails scraping my scalp, and her hips buck hard as she starts to come. It came on fast and I wasn’t prepared for it. I grip her ass with both hands to hold her still and suck on her clit hard to extend the orgasm. She shudders, gasps, pulls at my hair, but she never begs me to stop.
I’m the one who finally pulls away, turning my cheek to rest against her belly for only a second before I rise from the floor. I lick my lower lip, relishing her taste and already missing her body. My dick strains against my pants, my balls ache and my heart feels shredded. But at this moment, Simone is blissed out and I use the opportunity to put everything between us aside and enjoy the peace in her smile.
It lasts only a few moments before the haze clears and her expression turns wary.
She starts to move toward me, gaze cutting down to my erection. “Let me…”
I hold up a hand, take a step back. “Nothing has changed.”
Simone huffs in irritation.
“I told you I’d make you come and then walk away.”
“Yeah,” she mutters, bending down to swipe her panties from the floor. She steps one foot in, then the other, shimmying them up her legs. “But I didn’t think it would stop at just me having an orgasm.”
I’m in the danger zone right now. My mouth wants to curve into an amused smile and I know the minute I fall prey to Simone’s charms, she’s going to have me giving up all that I believe in right now.
“Oh, I’m going to have an orgasm,” I say, putting enough chill in my tone that the light in her eyes dies just a little. “Just not with you.”
The words are meant to hurt and put distance between us… reminiscent of that first time we had sex and then she demanded I eat her pussy. I walked away after the orgasm faded, except I told her, “Now that you’re wearing my sweat on your skin, you’ve sort of lost your shine. Time to move on.”
Simone’s shoulders slump slightly, the only indication that what I just said hit the mark.
I leave the room, not looking back. I trot down the stairs, straight into my bedroom where I lock the door behind me.
Within moments I have the shower on, the water hot, my body naked and my cock in my fist. Leaning my forearm against the tiled wall with the steam rising all around me, I bow my head and jerk off to the memory of what I just did to Simone.
CHAPTER 11
Simone
A receptionist sits inside the lobby of the arena’s executive suite. It’s only the second time I’ve been to the facility, the first being the game day before yesterday. Brienne had directed me to where I’d catch an elevator up to the top floor where double wooden doors lead into the inner sanctum of the higher-ups who run this organization.
A pretty young blond looks up from surfing her phone. Her desk is immaculate and there’s no computer. I wonder if her only purpose is to greet people or answer the phone. She smiles brightly. “You must be Simone Turner. Ms. Norcross told me you’d be coming in to see her for lunch.”