Total pages in book: 235
Estimated words: 224334 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1122(@200wpm)___ 897(@250wpm)___ 748(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 224334 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1122(@200wpm)___ 897(@250wpm)___ 748(@300wpm)
“Just think”—I welcome her into my chest when she shuffles closer—“if you gave up work, you could do this every day. How perfect would that be?” I look down at the back of her head on a smile, feeling her hot breath on my chest.
“For you. Perfect for you because you’ll know where I am all the time.” She kisses my pec.
“Exactly. You could come to work with me, and we would never have to be apart.”
Another kiss. “You’d get sick of me.”
“Not possible.” I suppress a groan, trying to contain myself. She’s far from ready for me to have my way. But didn’t I promise her earlier? Yes, but . . . parents. “Are you going to let me take you out for dinner?”
Her hand drifts down my torso, and I know I am absolutely done for. “Or we could just stay right here.”
“Nothing would please me more, but I would like to take you out.” Time isn’t on my side. “Do you mind?” Poor thing looks completely mystified, and my dick is bereft. It’s been two days since I had her, and I don’t mind admitting I’m getting a bit desperate. My balls swell, agreeing. “But then again, I’ve not been inside you for way too long. That is not acceptable.” I take her to her back, watching for any signs of discomfort. Nothing. Only signs of want and lust. “Baby, sleepy sex is off the menu for a while, so I’m just going to fuck you. Any objections?”
“You’re asking if you can fuck me?”
She’s definitely suspicious. “Watch your mouth.” I devote some attention to her face, kissing away her frown. “I’m trying to be reasonable.”
“Don’t be!”
I smile into her skin but make sure it’s gone when I pull back to look at her. “You don’t want me to be reasonable?”
She shakes her head, hardly able to admit it. “No.”
“So, let me clarify this”—I push my hips forward; she whimpers—“I’m a little confused. You really don’t want me to be reasonable?”
“No,” she yelps, biting down on her lip.
I walk my fingers down her skin to the crease at the top of her thighs, stroking across the lace of her underwear, relishing the feeling of her becoming stiff beneath me. “I see.” I bite my lip, pushing past the material and slipping through her drenched pussy. “Carte Blanche?”
“Yes!”
The power is mine again, and it feels so fucking good. It feels like us. “Well, now you’re just giving me mixed signals.” I feel her desperation as well as I can hear it. “I love how wet you are for me.”
“Please, Jesse.”
And she begs. Yes, she begs.
I push my finger into her, inhaling with her as I do. “Soft, hot, and made just for me.” I pull the cups of her bra down. “My mark is fading.” I latch on and start refreshing the bruise. “We don’t want you forgetting who you belong to, do we?”
“Ohhhhhh.”
“Do we, Ava?” I work her, bite at her boobs, at her flesh, and she gives me all the sounds as I give her all the words she craves when she’s at the mercy of our passion. Perfect. She comes hard, all over my hand, her fingers digging into my shoulders, her mouth hungry for mine.
I don’t give her a chance to recover, my own blood raging, my dick painfully hard. Not ideal when we’re seeing her parents. I need a release.
I help her off the bed and lift her to my chest, and she wraps her arms and legs around me, clinging on, avoiding the center of my back. It doesn’t hurt. Nothing hurts right now. It’s a first.
“Where are we going?” she asks as I walk us out.
“My office.” I’m yet to have her on my desk, and since I can’t have her on her back, it’s the perfect opportunity.
“Wait,” she blurts.
“What’s the matter?” I stop at the door, looking at her in question.
She points back at the dressing room. “Take me to the wardrobe.”
She wants me to fuck her in the dressing room? “Why?”
“Because we need a condom.”
My recoil is unstoppable. “What?”
“We need a condom.”
“I don’t have any.”
“You do. In the wardrobe.”
Oh fuck. She knows. Or is she just suspicious and hoping I’ll confess? Never. I’m struggling to believe I did it myself. She’s not taking her pills right now. She’s missed plenty over the weeks. But a condom? “Ava, I don’t do condoms with you.”
“Then we don’t have sex.”
Say what now? “Excuse me?” Why the hell does she look so amused? Jesus Christ. Was she searching for her pills or condoms? Does she think I took her pills, or doesn’t she? She doesn’t appear all too mad if she thinks I did. Does that mean she’s open to babies? I am so fucking confused. And now she’s saying we’re going to abstain. Because, assumingly, she doesn’t want to get pregnant. “You heard.”