Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 75701 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 379(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75701 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 379(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
She snorts, and one side of her lips tips up in a smug smirk. “You didn’t realize the P and T in physical therapy also stands for pain and torture?”
I laugh at her sassy comeback. No wonder Tank dubbed her Drill Sergeant Bust My Balls. The urge to bust something inside of her is becoming nearly unbearable.
She slowly brings my left leg down then raises my right leg for the same stretch.
Looking down, I see my basketball shorts are emphasizing my hard-on more than hiding it. There is no way in hell she could miss it. I should probably feel bad about that, but I don’t.
Glancing up at her face, I see she has averted her own gaze away from me and has the prettiest blush spreading from her cheeks down her neck. I would love to see her flush like that because I made her come three times and not because she thinks I’m embarrassed that she has seen my dick through my shorts.
Unable to stop myself from needling her about it, I taunt, “What’s wrong, Drill Sergeant? Does seeing my dick hard make you uncomfortable?”
Desirae shrugs her shoulders. “Not really. It’s not the first one I’ve seen, and I’m sure it won’t be the last. I just wasn’t sure if you were comfortable about me seeing it.”
A slow grin spreads across my face, the one my brother has told me is my panty-dropping smile. “Sugar, you can see as much of my dick as you want. Just let me know.”
Letting my right leg down slowly, she gives me a smack on the thigh. “You shut your pie hole, Hammer. I know damn well from walking in on you and that barfly that you don’t have a problem getting a woman to see your dick, so don’t start that bullshit with me!”
Using my stomach muscles to do a half crunch, I roll my upper body enough to grab her by her biceps and drag her on top of me. “I’m not bullshitting you, Drill Sergeant. Don’t you believe me?”
Seeming a little shocked at our position, she slowly and silently shakes her head yet stays quiet. It only makes my smile widen. I know by now that it takes a lot to shut this woman up.
Feeling harder than ever and more than a little devious, I shut my doubts down and give in to what I want.
“Let me prove it to you, then.” I slide my hand up her back to the back of her neck then gently grasp it and drag her face closer to mine. I make sure the move is deliberately gradual, giving her the opportunity to tell me no if this isn’t what she wants. But she doesn’t stop me.
Brushing my lips gingerly across hers, I give her the lightest kiss I have ever given, allowing her a second chance to back out. When she doesn’t stop me then, either, I finally take what I want.
Pressing my lips firmly against hers, I trace the seam with my tongue, tasting the sweetness lingering from the extra sweet tea she drank before we started our workout. She moans at the feeling of my tongue, parting her lips to give me more access to her own silky tongue. I surge inside, plundering the mouth I have dreamed of.
We tangle tongues until I start to think I will never get enough of her taste. It is intoxicating, my own personal drug. This is just a small hit, and I want to get high as hell on everything that is her.
I move my hands down her body, petting her curves, savoring them, until they land on the globes of her ass. I can’t help giving in to the temptation to squeeze them in my hands.
Apparently, though, that was the wrong thing to do.
While I was savoring the high of a lust I have never felt with another woman, the rough squeeze I gave those glorious ass cheeks snaps her back into reality.
Desirae puts her hand on my chest then pushes herself up and away from me. Then she quickly moves to her feet and stands there, panting with wild eyes and almost fuck me hair.
Part of me wants to crow in victory because her lips are beautifully swollen, red, and trembling from my rough kisses. The other part of me wants to yell at her denial because I can see what is coming. She is running scared, dammit.
“We shouldn’t have done that, Hammer. You’re my patient.” Her voice is shaky. It’s obvious she is on emotional shaky ground. I want to pull her back into my arms and reassure her it doesn’t mean a damn thing that I’m her patient. What does matter is that she sets me on fire in a way I have never felt.
I never get the chance to get the words out, though. She brings a jittery hand to touch her lips then bolts to her bathroom faster than my motorcycle can peal out of a parking lot.