Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 92417 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 462(@200wpm)___ 370(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92417 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 462(@200wpm)___ 370(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
His erection thickened in my palm. “I am a man of my word, Veronica Sutton.”
“I know you are,” I said, easing his smooth, wide crown inside me. Then I let him take over, running my hands over his rippling abs and up his chest, squeezing his biceps as he notched deeper.
“God, you’re beautiful,” he said as he slowly worked his way into my body with slow, measured thrusts, giving me a little more each time. “You’re so beautiful, and so tight, and so wet—fuck.” His eyes closed, and his cock throbbed once.
I giggled—I couldn’t help it. “It has been a while, hasn’t it?”
He growled at me. “Be good, little girl. Or I won’t give you what you want.”
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” I pulled him closer and buried my face in his neck, kissing his throat, his jaw, his collarbone. Rubbing my lips against his scruff. “I’ll be good.”
He pushed in deeper, so deep I gasped. Then I closed my eyes against the sharp twinge, my breath caught in my lungs.
“Breathe, baby,” he said in that low, sexy voice I wanted to drown in. He began to move inside me with long, unhurried strokes, and my body trembled and tightened, the need building in me all over again.
“Yes,” I whispered, running my hands all over his arms and back and neck. “I want this. I want you. Since the moment I saw you.”
My words seemed to ignite something within him, and his thrusts grew faster, harder, deeper. I clung to him like he might drive me right off the edge of the mattress. Our breathing grew ragged, our bodies slick with sweat.
I moved my hands down either side of his spine to his ass, thrilling at the muscles working beneath his heated skin. Curling my fingers into his flesh, I pulled him into me, meeting every punch of his hips with a lift of my own, delirious with the effortless way our bodies moved together.
“Fuck—close,” he rasped, slowing his pace a little.
“Don’t stop,” I begged, opening wider for him, lifting higher, taking him deeper—so deep that he touched a magical spot inside me that made my entire body involuntarily contract around him almost painfully tight. “Oh, god—right there . . . I can’t—I’m going to—” But I lost the ability to form words as the tension snapped and the second orgasm crashed through me, relief rippling throughout my entire body, from my core to my limbs to my fingers and toes.
As if he’d been waiting for me, Austin’s climax hit as mine waned, so I could feel every pulse of him inside me. Beyond the fading thunder of my heart, I heard his guttural moan. Beneath my hands, I felt his muscles twitch and shudder and still.
I couldn’t help the smile that crept onto my lips as he collapsed on me. A stellar performance, I thought. Technique? Ten. Choreography? Ten. Artistry? Ten. I loved every single moment from the entrance to the exit, and I want an encore.
Austin picked up his head. “Are you laughing?”
“Was I?”
“Yes. And as much as I like the way you laugh, that was not supposed to be funny.”
“It wasn’t! I swear, it wasn’t funny. It was very serious. I had two very serious orgasms.”
“That’s more like it.” He nodded with cocky satisfaction.
“I was just thinking about something that made me smile.”
“Oh yeah? What?”
“You standing there on my doorstep with no shirt on, a condom in your pocket, pretending like you’d come over to give me tomorrow’s departure time. Did you really think you’d fool me?”
“I wasn’t thinking much at all. I just wanted to see you.” He brushed the hair back from my face.
“You didn’t need to pretend otherwise.”
“You know how I am.”
“I do.” I locked my ankles behind his thighs and my hands behind his neck. “And I appreciate that you want to be respectful of me. But I’m a big girl.”
“You are. But there’s something about you that makes me feel protective. I can’t help it. Sorry if that’s toxic male patriarchy or something.”
I smiled and pulled his head down so I could kiss his lips. “You are not the toxic male patriarchy. You’re just a little bossy sometimes. And a lot stubborn. And sort of dictatorial about the way things have to go. But as someone who hasn’t ever had a man be protective of her, I have to say it feels pretty good.”
“So does that mean I can fight your ex-fiancé if I see him tomorrow?”
“No! I’m going to handle him myself.” I laughed. “It would not be much of a fight anyway, trust me.”
“I still want to do it.”
I smiled again at the ferocity in his voice. “I appreciate that. But actually, I think you should thank him. If he hadn’t been such a jerk, I wouldn’t have been stranded here in need of a job.”