Total pages in book: 129
Estimated words: 121764 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 609(@200wpm)___ 487(@250wpm)___ 406(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 121764 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 609(@200wpm)___ 487(@250wpm)___ 406(@300wpm)
I didn’t let myself think too much about how the fuck we were going to figure this all out, not when Jaxson settled in-between my thighs and worked me like I was a machine only he knew how to program.
My legs shook where I held them apart — one slung over his shoulder and the other spreading wide along the counter. I wanted to watch him, to soak in the way it felt to slide my hands into that messy head of hair as he licked and sucked in the perfect rhythm to coax my orgasm to the surface.
When he added a second finger to the first, I cried out, giving in and letting myself lie fully back on the counter. My back bowed off it when he sucked my clit and curled those fingers inside me, wiggling them and calling a hot flame to lick along my spine.
“Jaxson,” I breathed, popping back up with my eyes hooded. I clawed at his arms.
He knew without me asking what I wanted.
As soon as his mouth released me, his fingers withdrawing and leaving me empty, I shuddered. He pulled me into his arms, my legs like Jell-O as I wrapped around him and held on for dear life. Jaxson walked us through his house with his mouth punishing mine, and I tasted myself on his tongue, felt his heady urgency like a drug through my system.
“Where are we going now?” I asked breathlessly.
We swung into a dim room, Jaxson taking only enough time to push his foot on a pedal that illuminated it with the soft glow from a lamp. My back hit a shelf before I could ask again, before he could answer, and I gasped as we sent several books and something that sounded a lot like glass spiraling to the hardwood floor.
“When I was in my most masochist of states,” he said, pinning me against the wood with his hips so he could strip his jersey over my head. He kissed me as soon as the fabric was discarded, his hands snaking around to unfasten my bra next. “I’d imagine bringing you here to my house, to this room, and fucking you against these shelves.”
“This is a very bookworm fantasy,” I teased, though the words came out breathier than I wanted when he palmed me again, rolling the hot heel of his hand against my clit. It called my orgasm right back to the surface, and I ground my hips against him, gasping a little as my climax teased me.
It was within grasp, my blood ready to rush to that spot where he touched me, but it seemed to hold back, like it didn’t want to let go until I had him inside me.
“Are you complaining?” he teased.
“Definitely not. Now put me down and get naked.”
He smiled against my urgent kisses, dropping my feet to the floor only long enough to strip. I leaned against the shelf and watched eagerly, one hand plucking at my nipple as the other slid down between my thighs.
Jaxson watched me playing with myself as he toed out of his Oxfords, and he kept those deep blue eyes on me as he shrugged out of his suit jacket next. Button by button, his dress shirt opened, and if I’d thought it was hot to watch him strip out of his usual joggers and t-shirts, it was nothing compared to watching him slowly shed a suit.
If I wasn’t so focused on him slowly revealing his god-like body that I’d been missing so much, I might have taken the time to appreciate the beautiful library we were in.
As it was, I couldn’t give a damn where we were.
I was entirely focused on where his hands wrapped around his belt, how excitement fluttered in my stomach when he flicked the top button of his slacks through the slit and then slowly unzipped them next. He pulled them down along with his briefs, kicking out of them when they hit his ankles.
I bit my lip on a moan when his cock sprang free, my core firing up at the memory of what it felt like to have him inside me. It had been months, and yet I could still remember the distinct combination of pleasure and pain that came with him stretching me.
“You need a napkin?” he asked with a smirk as he descended on me again. “You’re drooling a little bit…”
He thumbed the corner of my mouth with the tease, but I couldn’t find it in me to joke back as I mounted him, climbing into his arms until he had no choice but to take my weight again.
“Please,” I begged, holding on tight as he pressed me into the shelf again. A few more books knocked to the ground, but I didn’t care. I hooked one arm around his neck, and my other hand flew up and over my head, gripping the first shelf I found.