Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 56180 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 281(@200wpm)___ 225(@250wpm)___ 187(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56180 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 281(@200wpm)___ 225(@250wpm)___ 187(@300wpm)
“Oh my God,” she moans. She positions her laptop where I can see her completely. When I register, she’s only wearing her underwear, my dick pulses with the need to explode.
“Bend over. Show me that ass. Reach between your legs and rub your perfect, wet pussy,” I demand. “Do what your book master commands. Now.”
She grins and moans. “Book master?” Wriggling out of her underwear, she turns her around and, like our first time together, I almost blow my load right there. “I freaking love that.”
“Good, because that’s what I am. A man straight out of one of your books. My sole purpose in life is to take pleasure from you – and give it in return. Now, rub your pussy. Pay special attention to your clit. I know how needy you get. I remember tasting the need not that long ago.”
She reaches between her legs, looking at me over her shoulder. Her lamplight catches the curve of her ass gorgeously, bouncing off her fullness. Her hand rubs busily between her legs.
I stroke my dick from root to tip, groaning loudly, egged on by her ragged breaths, the sight of her thick ass, and the enthusiasm way in which she pleasures herself.
“You’re close,” I groan.
“How can you… tell… from there?”
“Your body is shaking for me. Fuck. I’m close too. We’re going to come at the same time. Rub your pussy even faster.”
“Like… this?”
I stroke my throbbing dick, matching her pace. Both of us are moving fast. As we race toward our release, her hips shift back and forth, almost like she’s imagining grinding against my cock.
I stock my erection, the hot friction of my touch becoming her pussy. I remember vividly what it felt like to slip inside of her, to fill her tight core, the way her tunnel gripped me and massaged my length the closer she got to her release.
Come explodes out of my end. At the same time, she whimpers and juices flow down her leg.
When it’s over, she turns to me. Her eyes flit to the corner of the screen and she frowns.
“Don’t you dare do that,” I growl.
“What?”
“What did I tell you about acting innocent? Don’t look at yourself and think about anything but the truth. You’re gorgeous and the sexiest woman alive. That doesn’t change if I’m horny or not… and for the record, even after exploding, I’m still horny for you.”
She smiles while tapping the side of her head. “Seriously, you and your mind-reading chip need to chill…”
I grin. “I’ll get cleaned up, then we can talk for a while. I don’t want you thinking I only want you for one thing.”
I step into the en-suite to wipe myself down and pull on some fresh underwear. But when I return, my screen is blank. I’ve got a text from Sera.
Sera: I’m sorry to ditch you like that. I’m super tired and need to get some sleep. I know I took the coward’s way out by not telling you to your face. But that was freaking great, worth waiting up for.
I frown, attempting to believe her, trying not to let Victor’s voice invade my mind. If Victor knew about this, he’d say there’s a chance she called me so she could record what we just did.
If she did that, I’d be screwed. But when I told him I trusted her, I was telling the truth.
Sera: Are you mad?
I imagine her looking at me with those gorgeous eyes. That expression on her face that makes me feel like I know her, like I’ve been waiting for her on some level I don’t even understand.
Luke: No. I should get some sleep too.
I put my phone on the bedside table and lie on the bed. Staring up at the ceiling, I try not to let suspicions twist through me and corrupt what we have. But Victor’s voice is there, my mentor, the man who’s given me so much guidance over the years.
“How can you trust someone you barely know…”
I don’t want to think like that, don’t want to doubt her.
But if she wasn’t my obsession, I’ve got to admit. I’d find what happened suspicious.
Chapter Seventeen
Sera
The next morning, I visit Ellie at the hospital. She’s been an in-patient since she began her treatment before we left for Vegas. Her condition is in the relatively early stages, but it still breaks my heart when I see the spaced-out look in her eyes as she struggles to focus. For a moment, it’s like she’s forgotten who I am.
But when she smiles, the woman I remember flashes through her features. She becomes the IT teacher again, full of life, passion, protectiveness. She has her own room in the private hospital… Graham said that insurance is covering it, but our insurance isn’t that good. Is it really covering all this?
“Sit, dear, sir,” she says, gesturing to two chairs with views of the hospital’s spacious grounds.