I Like Being Watched Read Online Jessica Gadziala

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Erotic, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 53907 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 270(@200wpm)___ 216(@250wpm)___ 180(@300wpm)
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This close, I could smell the spicy scent of his cologne I'd caught myself sniffing more than a few times. Once, I'd even put a tiny spritz on my bare breasts before buttoning up my shirt again, having the strange urge to smell him on me as I went about my day. It mingled with the tangy, sharp aroma of the chlorine in the pool, making me feel a little fuzzy, a bit drunk on it all.

And that was before his hand left my neck and started to roam.

Fitz's teeth snagged my lower lip hard enough to make me gasp. Taking the opportunity, his tongue slipped inside, claiming mine as his palm glided down my back, moving over the flare of my hip, slipping around to my belly, then sliding up.

My stomach tightened as his fingertips traced the underside of one breast, then the other, making my cold-hardened nipples twist even tighter as the desire bloomed across my core, spreading outward until it went from a dull ache to a painful need between my thighs.

My back arched, pressing my chest outward, silently begging for his touch as my hands slid up his arms, over his shoulders, remembering the outlines of his muscles as I did so, thinking about feeling his bare skin.

Mind on the task, my hands slid downward, grabbing the first button of his shirt and working it free with surprisingly clumsy fingers. Then the second, the third, the fourth. It was there I had to pause, grabbing his shirt in my hands and yanking it out of his pants before continuing.

Finished, I took a breath so deep it shook my chest as my hands flattened on Fitz's stomach, just resting there for a moment, feeling the way his muscles tensed under my touch before slowly moving upward, tracing the indents of his abdominal muscles, feeling the strength in his chest.

His lips pulled from mine, and my eyelids drifted open, looking up at him, already finding his intense gaze on me, eyes pools of desire that made another rush of need move through me as I pushed the shirt off of his shoulders, dropping it onto the water behind him.

My hands moved downward again, over his back, then around to his hips before tracing up his chest, then encircling his neck.

Taking a deep breath, I pressed inward, closing the distance between our bodies, feeling my breasts crush to his chest.

A low sigh escaped me as a rumbling sound moved through Fitz, vibrating into my chest.

His hands moved from my hips to sink into my ass, squeezing hard, pulling my body even closer as his lips slanted over mine again.

Hard, hungry again.

One of his hands shifted down slightly, grabbing the back of my thigh, angling it up, and coaxing it around his back, spreading me open for him. And as soon as I was, his pelvis pressed forward, pinning me back against the wall of the pool again, but this time with his hard cock straining against his pants, and pressing against my pussy.

His mouth muffled the sound of the moan that escaped me as my hips did a small circle, getting a hint of the friction I needed.

More.

I needed more.

I lifted my other leg, made almost weightless by the water, and wrapped it around Fitz's lower back, then used that leverage to writhe against his hardness, driving myself upward, closer to that edge, nearer to release.

Fitz's lips ripped from mine, trailing down the side of my neck instead as he pushed me back against the wall, and started grinding himself against me.

Slow at first, then gaining in speed, in intensity, in pressure.

Before, suddenly, he yanked away, breaking the contact.

A slow, sexy smile toyed at his lips at the sound of my objection. It was the sort of self-satisfied smirk that would be irritating if it wasn't so well deserved.

"Fitz," I whimpered, trying to move closer.

At the sound of his name on my lips, a low, feral, growling noise moved through his chest as one of his hands grabbed my hip, sinking in so hard that I was sure there would be bruises left in their way. It was a fact that shouldn't have made me feel all tingly, yet somehow managed to anyway.

His other hand slipped under the surface of the water, and for a long moment, I didn't know his intention. Not until his finger slipped between my thighs, traced up my cleft, then started to circle my clit.

The moment, I was sure, couldn't have possibly gotten any hotter. That was until Fitz moved his thumb to my clit, then slipped two fingers inside of me, his exhale shaking through his chest as my walls tightened around his fingers.

My impatient hips rocked against his palm, and I watched as Fitz cracked his neck to the side in a show of frustration. And, God, did I love seeing him starting to lose his control.



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