Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 27832 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 139(@200wpm)___ 111(@250wpm)___ 93(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27832 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 139(@200wpm)___ 111(@250wpm)___ 93(@300wpm)
Unfortunately, knowing our attraction is wrong hasn’t made it easier to resist. If anything, it’s become a constant itch just below the surface of my skin, one I can’t quite scratch.
Even now, I can’t help skimming my fingertips over my nipples, recalling the feel of Evan’s mouth around them.
Biting my lip, I check the time on my phone. It’s barely four o’clock. No one should be home for at least another hour and a half. I’ve got time to myself, and a rare moment of privacy out here on the deck.
Like ripping off a Band-Aid, I shrug off my bikini top and drop it onto the deck beside my towel. The sun feels glorious on my bare chest, warm and loving like a caress. I trail my hands over my breasts, teasing my nipples and massaging sunscreen over the paler patches. A trill of pleasure ripples through me, and I follow the feeling down between my thighs, pretending my hands are Evan’s hands gliding over me.
A moan escapes my lips as I rub my clit through my bikini bottoms, but the friction I crave is dulled by the fabric. After a second’s deliberation, I pull my bottoms to the side so I can really touch myself. I’m already wet just thinking about his hands all over my body, his mouth on my breasts, his tongue on my clit.
I’m close to coming when I hear the swish of the sliding screen door.
My hand freezes. Shit... Ollie must’ve come home early. I grab my towel and scramble to drape it over my chest before Ollie sees me. This is hardly the first time one of us has walked in on the other in various stages of undress, but with everything that’s happened this summer, I feel awkward.
“Sorry,” I say quickly. “I was just trying to even out my tan.”
I glance up with a shy smile, expecting to see my best friend…
Evan stands over me, fully dressed in his work clothes, his eyes darker than I’ve ever seen them before.
“Natasha…” My name is a deep groan on his lips. I shiver with a fresh flood of arousal as I note the balled fists at his sides. No doctor should be allowed to look this sexy. His dark hair tousled, his five o’clock shadow prominent along his jawline, and his muscles tight beneath his dress shirt.
I let out a shaky breath as he takes a seat—not on the lounge chair beside me, but at the bottom end of mine—throwing his leg over the side so he can straddle the chair in front of me.
The gesture is bold and brash and undeniably sexy. And, of course, there’s no missing the very prominent outline of his rock-hard cock tenting his slacks.
I tell myself not to stare, but I can’t help it, not when he’s this close and I’m still so horny.
“Keep going,” he commands, sitting perfectly still with his hands on his thighs. “You were making the most beautiful sounds.”
My face heats up. I hadn’t realized I was making any noise. I gasp as he slides his finger into the cleft of my cleavage, hooking the edge of the towel and drawing it away from my body.
“I said, keep going, Natasha.”
The edge in his tone combined with the involuntary exposure makes my nipples ache. Slowly, I cup my breast with one hand and smooth the other hand down into my swimsuit bottoms.
“Good girl,” A smile plays on his lips. “Now show Daddy what you were doing.”
I spread my legs further apart, then gasp as he performs the familiar move with my bikini bottoms, hooking the fabric and pulling them aside so he can watch what my fingers are doing. When I touch my clit, my eyelids flutter closed and I moan, rubbing back and forth, knowing he can see everything.
“Beautiful,” he rasps. “Squeeze your nipple… That’s it. Now take one finger—” He growls as I beat him to the punch, sliding my middle finger through my folds and into my slick center.
“Fuck,” Evan hisses. “You make me so fucking hard, baby girl. I’m aching for you. Do you see?”
My gaze drops to the monster in his pants straining to break free. I bring my fingers back up to my clit, spreading my wetness over the tight bud.
“Yes, I see it, Evan. I see—”
“Do you wish it was me?” His voice is a low rumble. “Do you wish my hands were on your body right now?”
“Yes,” I whine, tears in my eyes as my muscles clench around nothing. “God, yes—”
“Say it, baby girl.”
I know what he wants me to say. I want to say it, too, even if it hurts.
“Yes, Daddy. I want you to touch me.”
He’s on me in an instant, sliding two fingers inside me, meeting no resistance. My eyes are open, but all I see is white as my senses overload. I come almost immediately, strumming my clit while he pumps his long, thick fingers in and out of my pussy.