Total pages in book: 145
Estimated words: 138775 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 694(@200wpm)___ 555(@250wpm)___ 463(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 138775 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 694(@200wpm)___ 555(@250wpm)___ 463(@300wpm)
I reached the kitchen and tottered on my heels. The floor was slippery, no doubt from spilled drinks. Aiming for the counter with all the red cups on it, I passed by a narrow door that was slightly open. Then a hand grasped my wrist, and someone pulled me inside.
I shrieked before I realized it was Kyle. By that point, he already had his mouth on mine and his hands all over me. Tension left my body, and I enjoyed the sensations until I finally pulled away. It was only then that I noticed that we were in the pantry.
“You scared me,” I said, smacking him on his hard, ripped abs. Though that kiss had been more than worth it.
“I’m a pirate.” Kyle shrugged. “I’m supposed to be scary.”
I laughed. “Going to make me walk the plank?”
“No,” he leaned in close again, palming my ass. “I’m going to make you fake an orgasm. Right now.”
What? My gasp was lost to the loud music outside the pantry, but the way his blue eyes glittered showed me he was serious.
“Here?” I finally managed.
“Why not? No one’s going to hear you over that noise. And if someone comes in while you’re doing that, it’ll be easier to claim we made a wrong turn than if my tongue’s down your throat and my hand up your dress.”
His words made me shiver, and suddenly, I was turned on even more. He always did that to me. I thought of how good it felt when his hands were on me, and I bit my bottom lip, letting out a moan.
“Good girl,” he said, his eyes darkening. I took another deep breath and ran my hands down my dress. He followed the movement, and it was clear he liked what he saw. A whimper issued from the back of my throat as my breathing sped up.
“That’s it, baby.” He grasped my waist and sat me on the narrow counter that lined one side of the pantry. Several boxes fell off a nearby shelf.
I let my breathing grow louder as delicious shivers shot across my skin. How could something not real feel this good? But maybe it was the way he watched me that was the real turn-on.
I arched my back and let my head fall back. I could all but feel Kyle’s gaze glued to the top of my breasts, and I took another deep breath, making my chest rise and fall.
“Louder, Victoria. Show me you remember how I can make you scream.”
I gasped, licking my lips. Even from the loud thumping of the music, my heavy breathing filled the small space, and I moaned deep from my chest.
“Fuck, that sounds hot,” Kyle growled. “Cry out like you do when you come.”
Oh god. I really was getting turned on. I moaned again, my eyes closed and added a gasp. It was fake, but also not—my pulse was fast and unsteady, and I clenched my thighs. I moaned again and this time let it end in a gasp. My breath caught in my throat, as if the beginning of an orgasm had just hit me.
“I’ll make you scream for real when we’re back home,” Kyle promised.
I cried out, my back arched, my chest heaving. I could barely catch my breath for real. Kyle pushed my knees apart, standing in between them, and then he found my mouth again, capturing my ragged breaths with his mouth.
Shit, that felt good. All it would take was a couple strokes of his talented fingers and I’d come for real. But we’d do that later, at home.
No matter how damn tempting it was. And the bulge in his pants showed me how turned on he was, too. He leaned in, whispering in my ear, “I like getting you hot and bothered, and then making you wait to get the real thing.” He slid his fingers across my breast. “When we get back, I’m going to—”
The door flew open, and a laughing couple pushed inside, freezing when they saw us.
Kyle didn’t miss a beat. He turned toward them, his body blocking their view of my spread legs. But his hand slid down my calf, squeezing lightly. “See, honey? This is how a pantry is supposed to be organized. Not by fiber count like you insist on.”
I laughed and hugged him from behind. The couple took a long look at the surrounding shelves—which were well organized, now that I thought about it—and left. Kyle stepped away, and I slid down. But before I could adjust my tiny costume, he was doing it for me, his hands sliding all over me as he tugged the fabric into place. The unnecessarily thorough way he adjusted the built-in bra cups made me groan again.
But we were good and left the privacy of the little room to go find Jayden.