Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 72892 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 364(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72892 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 364(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
“Thank you.” His eyes meet mine across the table. “Do you want more wine?”
Since he didn’t indulge in a glass of the robust red with me, I shake my head. “I’m good.”
He pushes to stand. “I’ll clear the dishes. What do you say to watching something on TV? I’ve got one in my bedroom.”
I can’t read between those lines, so I nod. “I’d like that.”
He reaches for my dishes, but stops to stare at me. “Say you’re feeling better, Eloise.”
“You’re feeling better, Eloise.”
He laughs. “I walked right into that one, didn’t I?”
I laugh too. “I’m feeling much better.”
“Good.” He scoops up all the dishes, balancing them perfectly in his hand and on his forearm.
“You used to wait tables,” I assume.
“Didn’t everyone at some point?”
Not me. The only real job I’ve ever held has been at Vinyl Crush.
“I’ll put these in the sink, and then take you to bed.”
I can’t help but smile. “I can’t wait.”
His back is against the massive headboard. My back is against his chest. I’m nestled between his bare legs as he rests a hand on my right thigh.
“Are you comfortable, lamb?”
“Very,” I whisper.
He’s cradling me in a sense. I can feel his heart beating against my back.
I feel safe and protected in a way that I don’t think I’ve ever felt before.
My gaze shifts to the bedroom window. There is no blind covering it and the sheer curtains are opened to reveal the soft light streaming in from the city.
“I like watching TV like this,” he confesses. “The city provides just the right amount of light.”
I smile because this is my perfect scenario. Everything about this moment will live within me forever.
“What do you want to watch?” he questions as he reaches for the remote. “Don’t say a medical drama.”
I lean back to rest my head on his shoulder so I can catch a glimpse of his handsome face. “How do you know I watch those?”
“Tell me you don’t,” he scoffs. “No one solves a case in that amount of time, Eloise.”
“I don’t watch for the doctors medical skills.”
Pretending to look shocked, he tosses the remote back on the bed. “Do you touch yourself when you watch those doctors do their thing?”
I laugh. “I’m never telling.”
“Show me then.”
I can feel his cock harden behind me. He’s wearing boxer briefs but the outline of his erection is pressing into the small of my back, right above my ass.
“You want me to show you?” I look up at him again. “You want me to finger myself?”
His hands jump to the front of the button-down shirt I’m wearing. He unbuttons it swiftly, pushing the fabric aside to expose my naked body.
Before I say anything, he has my right breast in his hand. He kneads the flesh, pinching my nipple. “Show me now.”
I lean back slightly, finding the perfect spot against him before I trail my right hand over thigh.
I can feel the shift in his breathing immediately. The span between his heartbeats lessens.
I moan softly when I first run my fingertips over my cleft. I’m already wet. The thought of him watching me get myself off is heady. It’s set a fire inside of me that I know will only increase in intensity until I come.
“Touch that pretty pussy,” he growls. “It’s so goddamn beautiful.”
I do just that, honing in on my already swollen clit.
My hips move with each tight circle my finger makes.
“You do that when you’re thinking about me,” he whispers in my ear as his left hand joins in and glides over my thigh.
He pinches my nipple harder, upping the pace of my finger.
“That’s it, baby,” he murmurs against the shell of my ear. “You’re going to come for me like this, then I’m going to fuck you.”
The promise of his cock is enough to send me closer to the edge. “I want that.”
“You need that,” he corrects me, his voice hitting a dangerous low that both soothes and excites me.
“I need it so much,” I agree, my head resting against his shoulder as I whimper. “You fuck me so good.”
His hand jumps from my thigh to my core. He threads his fingers through mine to take over.
My legs fall open wider, giving him more access.
“You’re so goddamn wet.” He groans. “Come for me, lamb. Come.”
I do. I break apart inside, a rush of desire storms through me, splintering my control. Shaking from the orgasm, I call out his name.
As I fall back from it, he tugs his shirt off of me before he slides off the bed.
He moves quickly. Grabbing a condom package from a drawer in the table next to the bed. His cock is covered quickly as I rest my cheek against the blanket, trying to catch my breath.
“Over here.” He pats the edge of the bed. “On all fours, ass high.”
I scramble to get there as quickly as I can. My desire for his cock dictates each of my movements.