Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 56005 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 280(@200wpm)___ 224(@250wpm)___ 187(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56005 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 280(@200wpm)___ 224(@250wpm)___ 187(@300wpm)
She lifts her head and locks her eyes with mine before dropping her gaze. “I can’t,” she whispers.
I stand to full height and lift her chin with my fingers, getting her attention back on me. “This is part of letting go. Your shyness is fucking sexy, but I know you’re a bad girl, Millie. I know you want to be able to say the thoughts that are swirling in your head. Those dirty, naughty thoughts. You want me to make you come, right? That’s what you’re begging for, isn’t it?”
Her eyes search mine as she pokes out her tongue to wet her lips. “Yes,” she whispers.
“Say it. Tell me to make you come.” She needs to relax in order to orgasm and she can’t relax if she’s nervous about asking for what she wants. “You need to be able to voice your thoughts without worry and judgment. With me you’re safe, Millie. With me you never need to worry about being judged. Hearing you beg me to make you come, it only makes me want it even more. It’s a turn on. It’s fucking sexy as hell. So do it, be the naughty girl you want to be.”
Her breathing is rapid as she stares into my soul unlike anyone has ever done. It’s almost my undoing, but I won’t break her rule, as much as I want to right now.
“Make me come, Tripp,” she whispers.
“Fuck, that’s it, you dirty girl.”
I slide down her body, hooking my fingers into her panties as I get to my knees. I pull her panties off and her bare, wet pussy is right in my face.
“Watch me,” I demand, pushing her legs wide apart. Her eyes lock on mine and I grin. “Good girl.”
Let’s see how much this little bunny can take.
Chapter 13
Millie
Yep. This is about to happen. Right here in my quaint little bookshop. Where if anyone walked by and looked in they would see exactly what is happening right now.
Do I care? Nope. Not one bit.
Should I care? Probably.
Wait.
I should definitely care.
“Wait,” I gasp, my voice breathless, just before Tripp's mouth makes contact with the most intimate part of me.
He freezes, his green eyes snapping up to meet mine, concern flickering in their depths. “What?” he asks, his tone softening as he searches my face. “Are you okay?”
I nod, though my heart is pounding, and glance nervously toward the window. The curtains are drawn back, and the faint glow from the streetlights outside filters in, casting shadows on the walls. “Anyone can see us,” I whisper, my voice barely audible over the thudding of my pulse in my ears.
Tripp’s gaze follows mine to the window, then he looks back at me, a mischievous grin tugging at the corner of his lips. “Let them see,” he says, his voice low and husky, filled with a daring edge as he lowers his head back toward my center. “Let the whole world see.”
My fingers tangle in his hair, halting his movement, feeling the soft strands slip between my fingers. “I live right upstairs,” I say, my voice a bit shaky as I plead. “We can go up there, please.”
He pauses, his expression shifting as he looks up at me. Then, he gives me the most gorgeous, panty-melting smile I’ve ever seen, one that makes my knees weak and my breath catch. He picks up my dress, handing it to me and I quickly slip it on as I pull my panties up. “Okay, little bunny. Hold on,” he murmurs, and in one swift, effortless motion, he lifts me into his arms as if I weigh nothing at all. “Lead the way.”
A laugh bubbles up from my chest as he carries me like a groom would carry a bride, cradled securely in his arms. The room spins slightly from the sudden movement, but I’m too giddy to care. I make sure the front entrance is locked, double-checking the door with a quick glance, then point him toward the back door that leads to the small, narrow stairwell.
Tripp pushes the door open with his shoulder, the hinges creaking as he steps into the darkened stairwell. The air is cooler here, the scent of old wood and paint surrounding us as he carries me up the flight of stairs to my apartment. Each step echoes softly in the confined space, heightening the anticipation that thrums between us.
At the top, he sets me down gently, only so I can fish out my key from the pocket of my dress, my hands trembling slightly with excitement. “You’re so pretty,” he whispers, his voice a tender caress that makes my heart skip a beat as I fumble with the lock.
His words send a rush of warmth to my cheeks, my heart rate skyrocketing. No one has ever looked at me the way he does, like he’s absolutely starved for me, and the intensity of his need is both exhilarating and overwhelming. Finally, the lock clicks open, and I push the door wide, feeling like I’m about to step into a new world with him, one where nothing exists but us.