Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 72895 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 364(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72895 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 364(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
“Thanks.”
I raised my glass in the air with a smile. “To motherfuckers dropping like flies.”
Sadie’s smile widened and she raised a glass of mineral water to me.
“I’ll fucking drink to that.” She finished the glass in one impressive gulp and slammed it down on the table as if it were actually whiskey.
“You got rid of your clothes?”
She nodded. “It’s been handled.”
“Good.”
“My clothes.” She held out a hand for the bag at my feet, her expression expectant. Impatient as usual.
I reached down for the bag and handed it to her. “It’s just for the night.”
“That’s all I need,” she said and gave the bag her full attention, pulling everything out, item by item, until the bag was empty and everything lay on the bed.
I watched her movements, so meticulous and deliberate, and I knew she was up to something. Either she wasn’t done exacting her revenge on The Crusaders or…fuck if I knew. “Is there a problem?”
“None at all.” She turned to me, the wrap dress in one hand and the teddy in the other. “This is what you chose?”
“It is.”
“Which do you want to see me in?”
I blinked at the question. Sadie never, ever asked for anything. I took in her appearance, fresh-faced and naked save for the plush towel, and my cock grew hard at the unsure look on her face.
“Nothing. I prefer to see you in nothing at all.”
“Ask me nicely.”
Fuck that. I marched across the bedroom’s threshold to where she stood beside the bed and grinned.
“No.” With a flick of my wrist, the towel loosened and fell to the floor. “Much better.”
Her breath hitched, and pale pink nipples hardened at the growl in my voice. “That wasn’t very nice, Thomas.”
It was a long damn time since playful Sadie made an appearance, and I enjoyed it.
“I’m not a very nice man, Sadie.”
“Bullshit. You are the nicest man I know. Period.”
I didn’t let the backhanded compliment impact me—much. It didn’t take a genius to figure out that Sadie didn’t like nice guys. She didn’t respect them.
“I guess I know where I stand,” I told her and let one finger tease her swollen pussy lips before it disappeared inside her.
She gripped my wrist and rolled her hips, fucking my hand like it belonged to her.
“You know fuck all about where you stand, Thomas. You’ve always been too afraid to ask.”
That was part of it. “Not too afraid to find out,” I shot back and added another finger to stretch out her pussy, to get her ready for my cock. “Afraid you’d send me away for asking.”
“Still,” she moaned. “Afraid.” Her hips moved faster and faster as her orgasm grew closer to the surface. Her delicate hand still gripped my wrist while she fucked my fingers. I couldn’t look away from the heat in her eyes, the way she took her pleasure at my hand, showing me exactly what she liked.
True to form, Sadie tried to prolong the pleasure, to stave off the orgasm, but I wouldn’t let her because I knew what she liked, knew what it took to get her off. I pulled a nipple in my mouth and sucked, pressing my teeth into the soft flesh until she cried out and convulsed forcefully as pleasure exploded out of her.
“Fuck. Thomas. Oh, fuck.” She was breathless and smiling.
And beautiful.
She fell back on the bed with a satisfied sigh and grinned up at me.
“You are a nice man, Thomas, and that means something to me. You aren’t always nice, and you’re not a pussy, but you are nice and kind and good. And that’s something, I know you know, I’ve lacked in my life.”
I gave a crisp nod, unsure how to respond to any of that.
“You are nice, and I appreciate that about you, Thomas. I really do.”
“Thanks.” I sounded like a fucking moron.
Sadie laughed. “But right now, I want you to show me just how not nice you can be.”
I didn’t need to be told twice. It took seconds to shed my clothes and climb onto the bed, where I knelt beside her. “Taste me.”
She couldn’t suppress the shiver of lust that went through her, and surprisingly, Sadie didn’t try to. Instead, she propped herself up on an elbow and licked a circle around the head of my cock.
“Mmm,” she moaned and did it again.
My hips bucked, and I fought my body’s instinct to close my eyes because I wanted to see her take her pleasure from tasting my cock.
“Again,” I growled.
My cock disappeared down her throat, and with a smile in her eyes, Sadie flicked her tongue out to tease my balls.
“Oh, fuck. Again.”
This was Sadie, and instead of doing it again, she released my cock with a pop and laughed. She stroked me in long, slow strokes and licked my balls until they were slick and sensitive to the chill in the air.