Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 65177 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 326(@200wpm)___ 261(@250wpm)___ 217(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 65177 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 326(@200wpm)___ 261(@250wpm)___ 217(@300wpm)
“I figured as much, and it’s all right; you have nothing to apologize for.” I smile at him, trying to downplay the situation.
“You do know you have no choice but to attend with me, right?”
“Do you really want me to attend or are you saying that because of what just happened?” I hate that I even have to ask, but I can’t help the tiny voice in my head questioning if he’s just now saying he wants me to go out of guilt.
“Of course I want you with me. Fuck, if I could, I’d handcuff you to my side… so please get that look off your face and get rid of any doubts that she may have put in your head.” His words wash away the doubt I was feeling. “It was an honest mistake not mentioning it to you.”
“I believe you.” I move forward and once again position my hand on his thigh underneath the table. We gaze at one another without saying a word, and suddenly, I feel a shift in the air between us. My body starts buzzing underneath the sensual heat of his stare, and I wish we were alone and not surrounded by so many people.
“How do you feel about getting out of here and taking our food to go?” he questions, making me wonder if he can now read my thoughts.
“I like that idea a lot.” As soon as the words leave my mouth, he signals for our waitress and makes the request for our food to go and the check. The waitress comes back with both at the same time. Gavin throws down a couple hundred-dollar bills, grabs our food with one hand and my hand with his other, and we walk out of the restaurant. I ignore the stares from people in the elevator on our way down, and when the doors open, I sigh in relief to see that his car is parked right in front of the valet stand. Gavin opens my door for me to make sure I get in okay then puts our food in his trunk before he tips the valet guy and gets in behind the wheel.
The car ride to my house is silent, and I notice Gavin has a feral look in his eyes that is electrifying the energy inside the car. We come to a stoplight, and he rests his hand on my left thigh. I suck in my breath as his fingers start slowly trailing inward and down, getting lost inside my dress until I feel him touch my clit. I sink lower into my seat and spread my legs a little to give him easier access. He rests his palm on top of my mound and his fingers start to work their magic.
“Christ, I’ve been thinking about how wet you get ever since you told me you had no panties on underneath that sexy little dress of yours.”
I moan out loud and close my eyes as wave after wave of pleasure starts rolling through my body. Wanting him to feel the same overwhelming desire I’m feeling, I reach out with my left hand and start touching him through his pants. I feel his cock pulse against my palm, making my walls clench with the need to have him inside me. While he continues to finger me, I pull down his zipper and reach in to grab him.
“Fuck, baby,” he hisses as my hand reaches inside his boxers and wraps around his length. I gently squeeze then roll my hand upward and caress the rim underneath the head. I feel his precum start to drip into my palm, and I spread it around his tip and go down to the base again.
“Aly,” he breathes, he eyes squinting as he tries to focus on the road. “You’re going to make me crash the car if I come in your hand.” I look around in a haze to try to figure out where we are and am happy to see we’re almost to my house.
“I’m not stopping unless you stop.” I gasp louder as he plunges his finger deeper inside me. My walls squeeze around him, and I can’t stop my hips from gyrating against his hand. I can feel the pressure of my release building inside me, making my hand on his cock increase in tempo to match my hips.
“We’re almost there,” he growls out, and I don’t know if he’s talking about being close to my house or him close to coming, because I know I’m just a couple strokes away from ecstasy.
“Harder, Gavin,” I pant, my need for my orgasm too great to stop now. He applies more pressure and starts rubbing me harder. As soon as he pulls into my driveway, I scream out to God and feel the explosion of my release rock through me. He pulls his finger out and I slump into my seat, my body shaking from the aftershocks of my orgasm.