Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 102071 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 510(@200wpm)___ 408(@250wpm)___ 340(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 102071 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 510(@200wpm)___ 408(@250wpm)___ 340(@300wpm)
“Blindfolding you would be a crime,” he said. Then he lowered my pussy to his mouth, and I moaned obscenely.
My eyes floated closed. As the world behind my lids turned dark, I wobbled for the briefest moment. Not much—maybe an inch. My eyes snapped open, so I wouldn’t fall. But he held my hips tight.
“I’ve got you,” he whispered. I nodded, letting go, giving in.
He worked his tongue in a frenzied circle across me. I didn’t hold back either. I went wild on his wicked tongue, his magic mouth, his stubbled chin. He was my launchpad to pleasure, and I was taking off.
With my hands tied, I couldn’t hold on to anything for balance. But I didn’t need to. Because he had me in his grip. And I gave in, surrendering as I came.
Soon, he lifted me off, unbound me and placed me on my back.
“Stay like that,” he commanded.
I wanted to stay. Here with him was exactly where I wanted to be.
44
DO BETTER
Jake
She was so beautiful, her hair fanning out on the bed, her skin flushed, her eyes glossy with pleasure.
“Spread your legs for me,” I said, rolling on a condom.
As she parted her thighs, I nearly came right then. The sight of her so aroused stoked the flames inside me. I wanted more of her pleasure. I loved driving her wild and hearing her noises. She was so free in bed in a way I hadn’t known I needed until I had it with her. I wanted a lover who had no inhibitions, who trusted, who took and who gave, and who opened herself up.
I eased inside her, cursing in pleasure as I filled her.
She looked stunning with her back bowed, her red lips falling open in an O. I moved inside her, building a slow, steady rhythm, wanting to experience every single rapturous moment of being inside her. She was warm and pliant, with a sex-drunk look in her blue eyes.
“You are so beautiful,” I rasped out.
“You make me feel that way.”
This time was different as our bodies tangled together and we chased the edge. I felt closer to her, more connected, as she wrapped her arms around me, her nails digging into my skin.
Like that, we moved together till she cried out, and I followed her there.
I held her in my arms, planting kisses on her neck, her hair, her shoulders. I was sure now. I was certain. I didn’t want this affair with her to end. I was crazy for Ruby, and I wanted this thing to go on and on. Like Maris had said—we were so damn good together. Fine, Maris said adorable, but to me that meant this—good.
Sleepy and sated, she unhooked her necklace, and set it on the nightstand. As she fell asleep in my arms, with the stars winking through the windows, this moment had the potential to be endless. I could imagine it stretching on and on, this pure connection with another person.
I wanted to savor it until I fell asleep, but something nagged at me. Two moments from tonight kept looping through my mind. One was at the restaurant, when I’d glimpsed that sharp profile at the edge of the crowd and didn’t follow my instinct to look closer. To try and place that look. But then, here at the hotel, I had followed through when Ruby had recognized Monica. Was her appearance here as coincidental as it looked? Sure, paths overlapped all the time. But they’d been overlapping a lot, and the coincidences were piling up.
I stroked Ruby’s hair, hoping that these feelings I had for her weren’t threatening my focus on work. I’d thought the danger of getting involved with a woman on a job was that she’d use our connection to double-cross me. But what if the danger was that I’d lose my edge?
As I dragged my fingers through the soft blonde strands of her hair, I promised myself, and promised Ruby, to do better tomorrow.
My focus on the case was razor sharp in the morning. Just me and the mission. No distractions.
The bell above the door at Uncut jingled as I entered the shop and looked for Montez, the man who’d helped me out a few days ago. I spotted him behind the glass display counter, showing a diamond tennis bracelet to a woman in a white skort and visor.
The customer decided against it—clearly missing how well it matched her outfit—and I ambled over as Montez returned the jewelry to the case. The man glanced up with an automatic smile that widened to genuine when he recognized me.
“Hey, you came back. You decided to get the diamond for your…sister, wasn’t it? New job?”
“Graduation.” At least, I had my fingers crossed. “Hopefully. But that’s not actually why I’m here.”
The salesman looked wary and intrigued at the same time. “Oh, really? Lay it on me, then.”