Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 81150 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 406(@200wpm)___ 325(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81150 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 406(@200wpm)___ 325(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
“Jesus fucking Christ,” I murmur under my breath when Henley slides her hand from her midsection to the delicate lines between her legs.
As she strokes her pussy, water splashes her collarbone and her breasts that sit perkily on her chest despite her odd angle, before it careens down the smooth planes of her stomach to join her hand at the apex of her thighs.
When her index finger rolls over her clit and the faint ripple of her moan fills my ears, my body clenches like it is seconds from orgasm. I’m hard and fighting like hell not to wrap my hand around my cock while imagining it is my finger slowly sinking inside her.
Her breathing comes out harder and faster as she finger fucks herself with controlled movements. She doesn’t race for the finish line. Her pace is as steady and audacious as the lusty stare she hits me with before toying with her clit with her thumb.
Everything tightens when she murmurs, “This could have been your tongue.”
I can’t fight the urge a second longer when I imagine her widening the span of her legs and inviting me to devour her sweet pussy. I fist the head of my cock before dragging my hand to the base. I strangle it as well as Henley’s presence strangles my self-control.
My hand refuses to unclench its brutal clutch when Henley hardens me further by pinching her nipples with her free hand. She rolls the peaked buds between her index and thumb until they’re as stiff as my cock and begging for attention.
A droplet of pre-cum rolls over my knuckles when she whispers, “And this could have been your teeth.”
My skin hums and my body tightens when she swivels her clit so firmly she has to fight her eyes to remain open. “God… just the thought of your big fat cock inside me has me on the brink of release.”
“Show me.”
Those words weren’t meant to leave my mouth. They should be buried deep down in the crevice where my morals seem to have slipped. But I’m glad I couldn’t hold them back when Henley accepts my challenge.
She struggles to breathe as she rotates her clit with her thumb. My breath catches as she thrusts her head back with a throaty moan. Her arched back forces her breasts above the water. They bounce in the shakes of her pleasure, tortuously teasing me as I imagine my lips circling the taut, puckered buds.
I almost lose all sense of control when she looks up at me before giving in to an orgasm so intense, she can’t breathe, speak, or think.
Her climax blindsides her. It floods her cheeks with heat while forcing the air from her lungs with frantic, needy moans. But it doesn’t keep her down for long.
With the gracefulness of a ballerina, she rises from the bath. Not even my firm grip on my cock can weaken its throbs when my eyes follow the bath water’s weave down her unblemished skin. The dreaded lighting in the bathroom fails to point out a single flaw. She is perfect and aware of that as she slowly prances my way.
Since her face is flushed with ecstasy, the sprinkling of freckles across her nose is even more noticeable when she stops in front of me. The tension teeming between us is so white-hot the water that drips off her breasts onto my cock sizzles.
It also proves my response to her kiss had nothing to do with dirty old man vibes. We have a connection. I’m just too shit-fucking-scared to admit that.
Fortunately for me, Henley gives me no choice.
After plucking a towel from behind me, her breasts close enough to scrape my arm, she wraps it around her body, murmurs a brief “Night,” then exits the bathroom without so much as a backward glance.
8
BRODIE
“Everything okay?” Henley asks from her station at the corner of the kitchen, her brows crinkled like she hasn’t witnessed my rumpled expression numerous times over the past three days. “You appear deep in thought.”
Her calm, collected approach since our third bathroom rodeo would have you convinced it didn’t happen. I swear I didn’t imagine it. When I commenced rehab, my painkillers were strong enough to cause hallucinations, but I’ve not touched them in weeks, so they can’t excuse the inanity of that night.
Henley’s orgasm was as real as the one I tried to strangle into submission. I smelled it, witnessed it. Not even the most vivid imagination could conjure up something so inspiring it enters your thoughts every time you close your eyes.
It happened, but neither of us is willing to bring it up first.
“I’m good.”
I close my laptop before forwarding the email I sent Nancy to the nanny agency’s generic email. The agency reopens first thing tomorrow morning, but I’m struggling to decide whether I should assign another recruitment officer to find Henley’s replacement or ruminate on Nancy’s recommendation a little longer.