Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 82132 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 411(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82132 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 411(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
Grabbing the backs of his thighs, I kneel in front of a completely naked Jay.
My God, he’s a work of art. He’s a mix of smooth skin and rough edges, soft dips, and hard lines. Powerful and capable, yet attentive and maybe even sweet.
His cock is thick and hard as I wrap my hand around it. Precum glistens on the tip. All I can think about is how he’ll feel buried inside me—stretching me while I quiver around him.
I stifle a moan at the thought alone.
“There are no games, Gabrielle.” His eyes burn with sincerity. “What you think is a game is me trying to protect us both.”
“Protect us from what?”
He studies me, searching my face. Then, as if relief washes across him, he grins. “From my stupidity, I guess.”
Shivers race through me at his genuineness. This might be the first time I’ve seen a completely unprotected Jay. And damn it if it’s not beautiful.
“You have been a fool,” I say, grinning back at him.
I rise up on my knees and stroke him. His eyes widen. His mouth falls agape. I’m so wet that my thighs are sticky, and I can barely move without my clit screaming for attention.
But first, my attention is on him.
I look up at him through my lashes as his eyes darken. His anticipation of my mouth covering the head of his cock feeds how powerful I feel. The always-controlled Jay Stetson is threatening to come apart in my hand.
“You’re lucky,” I say, swiping the liquid off the tip with my thumb.
“Why is that?”
I smirk. “Because I didn’t go home with Bryant tonight.” I pop my thumb in my mouth and suck the saltiness off. “Think: I could be at his house, on my knees, ready to put his cock in my mouth.”
His Adam’s apple bobs. “Now isn’t the time for you to get cocky.”
I stroke him again, earning a hiss. Knowing how much I turn him on is a heady feeling—one I could get used to.
“I’m not getting cocky,” I say, fighting the heat rushing to my pussy. “I’m stating facts.”
His eyes blaze. “If you would’ve gone home with him, I would’ve—fuck!”
He throws his head back and groans, flexing as I pull the head of his cock into my mouth. Watching him struggle to stay in control is the power play I didn’t know I wanted. Muscles in his neck and chest strain as I flick my tongue across his tip.
I give his balls a gentle squeeze, stroking him slowly with enough pressure to have him hissing through his teeth.
Watching him is intoxicating. I’m dizzy, almost drunk with adrenaline. It’s been too long since I experienced this.
He reaches for me, threading his fingers through my hair and guiding me up and down his length. Saliva drips down his shaft. I take him deep in my throat, then swirl the head around my mouth, using the underside of my tongue to dance in a slow circle around it.
“Stop,” he says, the words strangled.
I tap my tongue against the tip and gaze up at him. “You sure?”
He groans. “I said it, didn’t I?”
“Now isn’t the time for you to get cocky.”
I rise higher on my knees and take him deep again. I’m soaking wet, sure that the dampness is visible through my pants.
He tugs on my hair, pulling me away.
I release him and rock back on my heels. He stares down at me, the tension between us thick. The air crackles with suspense, but neither of us moves more than the rising and falling of our chests.
“I’m telling you, Gabrielle,” he says, nearly panting. “If we do this—if we fuck—things will be different between us.”
“Do you mean this is a one-night stand and you’ll ignore me after?” I smirk. “Oh, wait. You do that anyway.”
“Keep it up.”
“And what, Jay? What are you going to do?”
I narrow my eyes, fully aware I’m playing with fire.
He motions for me to stand, never breaking eye contact. I get to my feet and ignore my heart thumping so hard I can almost hear it.
“Turn around,” he says, the words a command and not a request.
I pull my hair over one shoulder and face the wall. I feel him step closer to me, and every cell in my body reacts to his proximity. My breath stalls in my chest as his fingers brush against my back.
My bra is unfastened. It falls from my front and onto the floor.
He moves until his front is against my back. My head falls against his chest as his arms wrap around me. My jeans are next as he unfastens them, pressing light kisses to the crook of my neck.
I pant, leaning my head to the side to afford him all the space he wants.
“You’re so damn beautiful, Gabrielle,” he breathes against my neck. “Fuck, I couldn’t stay away.”