Total pages in book: 32
Estimated words: 30889 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 154(@200wpm)___ 124(@250wpm)___ 103(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 30889 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 154(@200wpm)___ 124(@250wpm)___ 103(@300wpm)
“Mmm, don’t stop on my account,” he says.
“I won’t,” I murmur, my fist sliding up my shaft, twisting at the head.
“Definitely wanted to walk in on this,” he says.
“You should have,” I whisper, fighting off the wish that he could do this tomorrow, the next day. I focus on the here and now. “What would you have done?”
He answers me without words, lips crashing down on mine. A hard, possessive kiss. Then he drags his hand between our stomachs, down to my cock.
“Enjoyed you,” he answers, taking over, wrapping his fist around the base.
Those two words echo painfully. This man does enjoy me. He seems to savor every second touching me. His indulgence is another thing I’ll miss.
But I don’t want to think about what I’ll miss. I want to have him one more time.
I open my eyes, then reach for him, nudging him toward the wall.
“What do you want tonight?” Derek breathes.
“I want you,” I say, loud, over the sound of the water. In a way that doesn’t come easily to me until it does. “Want to make us both feel so fucking good.”
His smile erases. “Do it.”
I reach for his thick cock, then stroke up. He shudders the second I touch him with my slicked-up hand. I tighten my fist, savoring his reaction. The flare in his nostrils. The harshness in his breath.
Then, as I go faster, the helplessness in his sounds. “Fuck, I’m not gonna last long,” he mutters.
“Good,” I say roughly, strangely surprised at the intensity of my voice.
Derek’s eyes widen. “Finish us together.”
I push closer, our chests touching, our cocks rubbing. His lips part, a tell-tale sign he’s close.
And yes, I want to jerk us together, but this may be my last chance to taste him. My only chance.
I drop down to my knees. I don’t owe him one, but maybe I owe myself this. A chance, however fleeting, to make it up to him. Instantly, he curls his hands around my hair.
“Oh fuck, yes,” he says.
His excitement trips all my wires.
It makes me feel proud and aroused at the same time.
I wrap my hands around his ass, squeeze him, urging him into my mouth, to use me to get off.
“If you could talk I bet you’d say fuck my face right now,” he says.
Holy fuck. I would. I shudder and nod my yes.
“Yeah, I knew you would,” he says, then he delivers. Thrusting in a few quick pumps till he’s coming down my throat.
Then while he’s still moaning, still panting, he reaches for my hands, pulls me up, and guides me against the wall.
“Won’t take long,” I whisper, as he wraps a hand around my dick. In no time, I’m losing touch with reality, pleasure taking over, as I come hard in his hand, on his stomach.
And I love everything about this shower fantasy.
Far too much.
12
Adam
In the morning, my phone rings obnoxiously.
From the other side of the apartment.
Oh shit.
I bolt up, race out of Derek’s bed—I seriously cannot stop sleeping with him—and skid into the kitchen, grabbing my phone from the counter. After we showered last night, I was in the kitchen sending my list to Audrey, then abandoned my phone when Derek was hungry. For round two.
Me bending him over his bed. We both enjoyed that as much, if not more, than the shower.
Another ring. I slide the call open fast. “Hey, Audrey.” I keep my voice low since I don’t want to wake Derek.
“Hi, Adam. Good news,” she chirps, as I pad to the living room, farther away from our—Derek’s—bedroom. “I have a potential place for you.”
Wait, what? “You do? Already?”
“Your list was helpful. Thanks for sending it last night. I really appreciate the details. And yes, I have a fantastic three-bedroom, with terrific lighting, a rainfall shower in the main bedroom, and a big kitchen. It’s everything you want,” she says, then rattles off the address.
It’s…this building’s twin. Literally. It’s owned by the same company. It’s two blocks away.
Holy shit.
As she talks, I pop in earbuds and look up the place on my phone. I open the listing and whistle quietly in appreciation. It’s a great apartment.
“The windows are terrific—you’ll have a great view of Lake Union,” she says as I flick through the pictures.
The apartment is everything I want.
With one tiny exception. It’s not this place. Where I am right now. Which is exactly why I have to take it. “How soon can I move in?” I ask even though the question rips at my chest.
“That’s the best part. It’s vacant. So, how’s today?”
“Perfect,” I choke out.
As she shares the details, the sound of footsteps on hardwood floors grows louder. I turn and my breath catches. Derek’s yawning, scratching his hair and I want to freeze time. Sleepy sexy Derek is my new favorite look.
And this is the last morning I’ll get to see it.