Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 24314 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 122(@200wpm)___ 97(@250wpm)___ 81(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24314 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 122(@200wpm)___ 97(@250wpm)___ 81(@300wpm)
“I am?” I say, sickly sweet. “How so?” I step closer to Braden and hear the sharp intake of breath. Our chests are barely touching, the stiff outline of his dick pressing against my belly. I am wet, unbelievably so, but I keep my cool. He’s pissed me off and now he’s going to see exactly the type of woman he’s dealing with.
I’m about to put Braden in his damn place.
I rise up on my toes and he grins. He leans down so our mouths have just a small amount of space between them. Hell, I’d be surprised if a sheet of paper could fit between our lips. “How so, Braden?” I can feel the hardening of his muscles against my body. He’s strung tight, losing his control.
Good.
“You’re easy enough to read because you try too hard to be tough,” he says, and he narrows his eyes, lifting his hands and placing them on my shoulders. He curls his fingers against my skin, as if he means to push me away, but for long moments doesn’t do anything but hold me.
So, he thinks he’s got this all figured out? He thinks he knows how all this will play out? He’s got a big surprise coming.
I duck my head and act like I’m shy. “You’re right,” I say softly, ultra-feminine. “I try so hard to be tough, but you make me feel so exposed, so vulnerable.” Guys like hearing that shit, right? Like they are these big, strong protectors. I look up at him again, batting my lashes. I’m not lying about how he makes me feel exposed and vulnerable, but right now his ego needs a little scuffing.
He moves his hands down my arms, then back up, sliding his fingers against my throat and then cupping the base of my skull. He tips my head back and looks down at my mouth. As hard as I try to keep the façade up, I feel myself crumbling under the weight of this appraisal.
I’m breathing harder, faster, a light sheen of sweat starting to form between my breasts, down the length of my spine. I curl my fingers against my palms tightly, my nails digging into my skin, a flash of pain racing up my arms.
“I’m glad you can finally admit how vulnerable you really are.” He keeps his focus trained right on my mouth, and I find myself licking my lips once more. “It’ll make this arrangement all the better, all the more … enjoyable.”
He makes this low sound deep in his throat, as if he can’t control himself. I’m about to make it so he really can’t.
I slide my hand over his chest, feeling the muscles contract and relax, as if my touch affects him immensely. Then I move lower still, over his rippling six-pack, feeling the soft trail of hair that starts right below his navel and makes its way down to his huge cock. All the while I stare at him, trying to be coy, all innocent like. But inside I’m burning alive.
“I don’t know what you want me to do,” I whisper. And for a moment, I think maybe he’s onto me, but then he swallows, followed by this deep noise that comes from his chest.
“How about you touch me, Macy?”
My heart is racing, my palms sweating. I’m so aroused it’s taking everything in me to keep my control.
“Go on,” he urges, and I see his pupils dilate.
I look him in the eye as I wrap my hand around his dick. This low sound of need leaves him, followed by my soft moan. The latter was completely genuine, because the feel of his hot, hard length in my grasp is almost my undoing.
I clench my thighs together to try and stem off the flow of wetness, but all it accomplishes is putting pressure on and sending arousal through me. I start to move my hand up and down his cock, feeling the pre-cum line the tip, forcing myself not to sink to my knees and take him into my mouth.
Because that’s what I really want.
“Fuck. Just like that, Macy.” His voice is guttural, serrated.
I stroke him slowly, but thoroughly, all the while keeping my gaze averted, as if I’m too shy to even look at him while I jerk him off. “Like this?” I whisper, all sweet and soft.
“Christ,” he grits out. “Just like that. Just fucking like that.”
I smirk even though I know he can’t see me. The way he’s breathing, the tightening of his body, and the grunts that leave him, tell me Braden is close to getting off.
Good.
For good measure I increase my speed, add a little more pressure, and wait for the moment he’s right about to go over the edge.
And then I stop stroking him, just let go of his cock—even if it’s the last thing I want to do—and stare him right in the eyes. “I won’t bend to anyone, least of all an arrogant blackmailer.”