Total pages in book: 156
Estimated words: 160192 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 801(@200wpm)___ 641(@250wpm)___ 534(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 160192 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 801(@200wpm)___ 641(@250wpm)___ 534(@300wpm)
“I’m going to run you a bath,” Jared told her.
“I thought . . . I thought we were going to . . . you know. Do it,” she whispered.
“We will,” Jared told her. “But only once I’m certain it’s what you want and that you don’t feel pressured or like you have to do it to get it over and done with.”
“I don’t feel like that. I promise. I want this. I want you.”
“Good. Because I want you too. But I also want you to be out of your mind with pleasure. To want me back. More than anything.”
“I already thought I did,” she grumbled.
He cupped the side of her face and leaned in to kiss her lightly. “I’m glad to hear that. But I’m still going to bathe you.”
Drawing back, she saw that North already had the water running and was adding bubble bath.
Oh, she loved bubble baths.
She nearly clapped her hands but that didn’t seem very sophisticated.
This was sexy time not play time.
Jared placed his hand on the back of her neck, kissing her again and again until she felt like she was in a daze of pleasure.
Her mind was swimming. Her need growing.
Then he started taking off her clothes. She stiffened and he stopped.
“Are you okay with this?” he asked.
She let out a deep breath, forcing herself to relax. “I am.”
“Such a brave girl,” Jared told her. “If it makes you feel better I can get naked, too.”
“That would make me feel better,” she said in a high-pitched voice.
Jared took a step back and started to strip while she watched him hungrily.
He was gorgeous. Ripped.
His chest had a smattering of hair that led down to rippling abs and . . . whoa.
That cock was big.
Sure, she’d seen it before. But she hadn’t really taken it in . . . at least not in the context of being inside her.
“Is that like extra-extra big?” she asked.
Now you sound like a dork. Extra-extra big? Really?
“Like 2XL or something?”
“Not sure that my dick has ever been called a 2XL,” Jared mused.
“Yeah, maybe that’s the wrong sort of sizing classification. How about a bratwurst instead of a normal breakfast sausage?”
“Breakfast sausage?” he asked, looking ill. “I’m beginning to learn things about my father that I wish I never had. Really? Breakfast sausage?”
“Um. Well. I don’t know. I tried not to look at it.”
Or touch it.
Or think about it.
Now she was feeling all sorts of awkward. She hunched in on herself.
“Hey, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you feel bad. No, look at me. Look. At. Me,” Jared ordered.
Sheesh.
His Lordship was back in business. Mind you, she didn’t think he was ever out of business. Sometimes he was just on a lunch break.
“Maybe we should make it a rule not to speak about my father,” he said.
“Sorry. I’m just nervous. Not because I think you’ll hurt me. More about . . . what to do. Like what if I’m bad at it and you never want to do it with me again? What if I freeze? Get scared? Freak out? I don’t want to hurt you.”
“Okay, first things first,” Jared said firmly. “You will not hurt me. I promise. If you freak out, get scared, fight back, you won’t hurt me. And I will immediately stop whatever I am doing to help you. Okay? But I’m hoping that won’t happen.”
Yeah, she was hoping that too.
“You also have your safeword that you can use at anytime. Second, there is no way that you will turn me off, that you will be bad at this, that I won’t like anything you do. I will like all of it.”
“Except for being bitten on your dick and balls,” North said quietly.
Shoot.
She startled. How had she forgotten that North was there? He wasn’t an easy man to forget.
Jared shot North a look. “Yeah, I don’t like being bitten on my dick and balls. That’s a hard limit for me. Remember we spoke about those?”
“I remember,” she said.
“Anything else you do, I’m going to love. And if you are worried about what to do and how to touch me, I can take control. You’ll always have your safeword, but I will be in charge of your actions. When you touch me. How you touch me. But I don’t know if that’s the right move for your first time.”
“I want to do that,” she said hastily.
“Are you certain? You can change your mind at any time. I don’t want to scar you when it comes to sex.”
“Too late,” she said. “I’m already deeply scarred. And I think it will make me panic less, to feel more confident, if I’m not in charge.”
“Then that’s what we’ll do. What’s your safeword?” he asked.
“Red.”
“Good girl. You will use it if you need to. I won’t be happy if you don’t. Understand?”
She nodded.