Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 56462 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 282(@200wpm)___ 226(@250wpm)___ 188(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56462 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 282(@200wpm)___ 226(@250wpm)___ 188(@300wpm)
“Then what are you waiting for?” he says, reaching for a pen that I clearly missed. “Tick them off.”
A wide smile settles on my face as I get to work, ticking off the first three boxes of the night.
January - To be fucked up against the living room wall the second I see her. Slam into her. (A quickie to get it out of our systems.)
March - Make her come so hard that her whole world implodes. She wants to feel the whole world shake beneath her, but even I have limits of what my magic can do.
November - Give her the clarity she deserves.
“You know, there’s an awful lot of things to get through,” I comment, glancing over the list one more time, hardly able to even remember making some of these wishes, but I won’t lie, I like the sound of every last one of them. “Do you think we’ll have time to get through them all?”
Nick arches a brow. “Do you doubt me, Mila?”
All I can do is shake my head as he takes the list from my hand and places it down on the counter beside me. “Time is of the essence. We better get to work.”
A thrill shoots through me as his dark, hungry gaze sails over my body, taking in my lingerie and the big red bow around my waist. “Did I tell you how fucking gorgeous you are? Just the sight of you like this . . . How did I ever get so lucky?”
My cheeks flush, but as his gaze comes back to mine, something shifts in his dark stare. “It’s a shame I’m going to have to unwrap you.”
“Oh?” I ask, the butterflies soaring deep in my stomach. “And just how do you intend to do that?”
He pinches the bow around my waist between his fingers, and I watch as it slowly begins to unravel, and with every passing second, his gaze darkens even more. It’s the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen, but when he lays me back against the counter and takes the sheer material of my thong between his teeth and begins dragging it down my thighs, the thrill that rushes through me is simply delicious.
He pulls my thong right off over my black heels, and I make a mental note to tick off December’s wish of watching him remove my underwear with his teeth. But holy fuck, I also need to make a mental note to add that as a standing wish for every single Christmas to come because that was hot.
I sit back up on the counter as Nick drops to his knees, and as my stomach begins to do flip-flops, Nick slowly spreads my thighs. He scoops his arms beneath my thighs, pulling me right to the edge of the counter and I quickly catch myself on my palms before I fall back.
“Mmmm,” Nick groans, inhaling deeply. “You smell divine.”
My cheeks flush again. I can’t say I’ve ever had a man smell me, but when it comes to Nick, I just take it as it comes.
I can’t help but watch as his fingers trail through my wetness, teasing my opening and mixing with his cum. Then just when it becomes too much, he slowly pushes himself back inside of me before curving his fingers and rolling them over my g-spot time and time again.
My body shudders, and when he looks up at me with that cocky smirk and dark, shimmering eyes, he knows he’s got me right where he wants me. “You like that, Mila?” he murmurs. “Do you like how I fuck you with my fingers?”
I nod, biting my bottom lip, the anticipation boiling inside me, knowing exactly what comes next.
“Tell me what you want.”
“Don’t stop.”
He shakes his head. “Come on, baby. Tell me what you really want. Don’t be shy. We both know what a whore you are for me. Don’t hold back now.”
I’m sure my cheeks are blazing by this point, but he has a point. This is the only man on earth who knows just how desperately I want to be fucked, yet he’s also the only one who can do it in a way that will make my whole world implode. I can’t hold back from him.
My fingers brush across my skin, trailing over my exposed nipple and down between my thighs before slowly circling my needy clit. “I want you to fuck me with your mouth, Nick. Flick my clit with your tongue and make me come on your fingers again. Treat me like your filthy whore. Make me come for you.”
He dives into me, his warm mouth closing over my clit, not leaving me a single second to remove my hand, and as my fingers roll over my clit, so does his tongue. “Oh God,” I groan, unable to tear my stare away. His tongue rolls out of his mouth and circles my clit, all while his fingers rotate inside of me, massaging my walls.