Total pages in book: 121
Estimated words: 116362 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 582(@200wpm)___ 465(@250wpm)___ 388(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 116362 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 582(@200wpm)___ 465(@250wpm)___ 388(@300wpm)
But all I can do is smile.
I just had sex.
A lot of sex.
With someone other than Alan.
And it was the best fucking sex of my life.
And the guy who did it is lying in his bed, with his golden, toned body, all male, all in charge, and it’s the guy I never thought it would happen with.
I know I have two choices now. I can go back in there, tell him it was a mistake, and for the sake of our careers we shouldn’t do it again. Or I can go back in there and get royally, beautifully fucked again.
Decisions.
But a knock at the door brings me out of my thoughts.
“Are you decent?” Blake asks from the other side. “Or trying to climb out the window?”
I flush the toilet. “Just a minute,” I tell him, quickly washing my hands.
I open the door and he’s standing there completely nude, his dick looking spectacular even semi-hard. More images from last night flood my brain and I’m surprised at how fast I’m turning into a horny perv at the sight of a half-hard peen.
Of course I’m so distracted by that, that I forget I’m nude too. His eyes rake over my body, probing and relentless, and he gives me a lopsided grin. “I can’t believe I have you standing here naked in my bathroom,” he says, shaking his head. He then brushes past me. “I have to piss. Give me a second, then we’ll take a shower.”
Showering together? I quickly get out of the bathroom and find myself hovering in the hallway, unsure of what to do with myself. Again, I could tell him no.
Or I could shower with him.
I’ve never actually showered with a guy before. I’m not even sure if it’s supposed to lead to sex.
Might be good practice for the next book, I tell myself.
Or I could just run like hell.
The door opens a crack and he peers at me through it. “Good. Thought maybe you left.”
I didn’t even get a chance. “I’m not going anywhere,” I tell him.
He opens the door wider and strides over to the shower, and even though I saw his ass a million times last night during the Fluffy escapade, it’s still a sight to behold.
What a fucking wonderful ass.
He turns around, the water running.
And an even better cock.
I mean. Damn. Seriously.
I could write an entire book about his cock.
In fact, I might have to.
I step into the shower, trying to shed any ounce of insecurity.
It’s all gone the moment he lays his hands on me.
Soap works its way over my body, over every crevice, his hands gentle with just enough pressure, sliding over my breasts, my stomach, my hips, my thighs.
When I’m slick as anything I return the favor.
I soap up every inch of him as I take it all in, marveling at this fine specimen, his body belonging to a Greek god. Not kidding. Even the overlooked male body parts like calves and feet are perfect. His feet are huge and well-groomed with clipped toenails and no toe hair. His calves are long and broad with the right pop of muscle. No chicken legs, which is such a rarity on guys his age.
Then there are his thighs, looking like they could be sculpted out of gold and on display in a museum as some sort of feat of athletic prowess.
His abs? Zac Efron worthy.
His ass? I can’t even go there. I could bounce quarters off it though. And I really, really want to sink my teeth into it, just to see what it feels like.
His back looks like he could rip a door off and throw it fifty feet.
Then again, his chest, shoulders, arms, all say the same thing.
He’s not what he would call a “roid monkey,” but I say he belongs on a book cover anyway. He’s fucking perfect, and way, way too hot for a girl like me.
And I’m going to take complete advantage of it.
He’s completely covered in foam from head to toe now.
“Rinse,” I tell him, hanging the sponge back up.
He raises his eyebrows, wiping the water from his face. “Bossy.”
But he steps into the stream, washing it off.
You see, I don’t want soap in my mouth.
And I’ve been wanting to do this for a while now.
I get down on my knees, ignoring the hardness of the tiles and focusing on the hardness of his cock as it bobs in front of me, water rolling off the broad tip. I wrap my fingers around the thick base of his shaft, tentative at first. I can’t remember how Alan wanted to be touched when I gave him head, and Blake is so much more experienced. I don’t want to do it wrong.
I take in a deep breath, trying not to choke on the water, and slowly, carefully slide his tip through my lips. I let my eyes fall closed at the sound of his moan. The taste of him, mild in the water but still one hundred percent man, hits my tongue and spurs something deep inside of me, making me crave him even more.