Total pages in book: 111
Estimated words: 105665 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 528(@200wpm)___ 423(@250wpm)___ 352(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 105665 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 528(@200wpm)___ 423(@250wpm)___ 352(@300wpm)
Ian unbuttoned his shirt with his gaze affixed to her legs. “Nice bikini.” He unbuttoned his cuffs and removed his shirt, letting it fall to the floor by her chair.
“It’s impractical. All the stupid ties.” Jersey’s words slurred a bit.
Her foot jerked when he ran his finger along the instep. “I disagree.”
Jersey’s heart pumped harder, the echoing pulse whooshing in her ears as she felt it surging blood to all the places Ian’s gaze touched her body as he stripped her with a single look.
Kneeling on the floor, he moved her feet from the table to the edge of her chair, her knees spread wide to accommodate him. Leaning forward, he hovered a breath away from her lips. “You’re so fucking beautiful. Every soft curve, every hard muscle, every tiny scar. And those glasses …” He brushed his lips over hers several times before flicking his tongue out, beckoning her to open up for him.
She did, her tongue meeting his in the middle as he deepened the kiss. Deft fingers worked the lower tie to her top, loosening it enough to pull it up, exposing her breasts. Her heavy eyelids fought the gravity of his touch as he dragged his eager lips and warm tongue down her neck to her breasts, eliciting a drunken moan from Jersey as her fingers dug into the sides of the cream upholstered chair.
“This…” Ian kissed lower, his tongue dipping into her navel “…is what makes this the best bikini design ever.” At the same time, he untied the sides of her bottoms, peeling the front away from her body with his teeth and a wicked grin.
She wrinkled her nose, erasing the smile from his face.
“If you don’t want me to do this …”
She shook her head, swallowing a ridiculous amount of pooling saliva. “It just looks bad because of the red bumps.”
His gaze homed in on her bared, slightly bumpy flesh. After a slow and silent inspection, he turned his head and kissed the inside of her thigh, just above her knee. His gaze locked with hers again. “Tell me it’s okay.” He kissed higher.
It was easy to despise and even kill a man who sexually abused young girls. It was much harder to think about taking the life of a man who cared about a woman’s emotional scars, who asked permission to kiss her in places she might not want to be kissed.
But Jersey did want Ian to kiss her there. It scared her just how much she wanted Ian to kiss her everywhere, touch her deeper than she’d ever wanted any man to touch her. “Yes …” She inched her legs open a little more and closed her eyes as he kissed her intimately. The warmth of his tongue brought her eyes back open, needing to watch him. A shadow, ten or so feet behind Ian, caught her attention.
Chris.
He stood statuesque at the bottom of the stairs.
Even with her new glasses, it was too dark to see his eyes. What were his eyes doing? Why was he standing there watching them?
Then it hit her—water. Chris always needed one last drink of water before bed. But he didn’t move toward the sink or the refrigerator. He just stood stone still.
He watched the enemy spread Jersey’s legs, his mouth pressed to her most intimate parts, humming his pleasure.
He watched Jersey’s mouth fall open while her right hand clenched Ian’s hair, encouraging him.
It was a game.
Chris told her to play it … he told her how to play it.
He couldn’t be mad that she played it so well.
And she couldn’t call a timeout just because Chris felt thirsty again.
Ian would be livid with Chris for watching them. He’d be pissed off at Jersey for letting it go on so long … so she said nothing. She let her lonely friend watch them.
Jersey used her other hand to slide her top completely off her head, giving Chris a better view of her.
She arched her back and moaned when Ian made her orgasm.
Her gaze flitted for a brief second to Chris when Ian stood on his knees, digging a condom out of his pocket.
Jersey returned her attention to Ian as he shoved his jeans and briefs down just enough to release his erection and roll on the condom.
She kissed him passionately as he pulled her naked body closer to his.
She bit the tight muscle along his shoulder as he guided her legs around his waist and drove into her.
Her fingers dug into his back while leaving her gaze on Chris’s idle body the entire time. Maybe for that one night … she wasn’t only for Ian’s eyes.
A game … just a game.
A game she enjoyed too much.
A game with a lonely, sexually deprived spectator.
Ian stilled on his final thrust, and Jersey closed her eyes for a few seconds. When she opened them, Chris was gone.