Total pages in book: 121
Estimated words: 113812 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 569(@200wpm)___ 455(@250wpm)___ 379(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 113812 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 569(@200wpm)___ 455(@250wpm)___ 379(@300wpm)
“True.”
He takes a step back just as she appears across the room. If I died right this moment, that smile on her face just for me would leave me a happy man.
Baylor says, “In the future, remind me not to date where I work out.”
“Thought it was a given.”
He leans forward, and we finally shake hands. “Yeah, you’d think.” He turns east and disappears around the corner just as Pris slides into the booth.
She laughs. “I swear I thought that was Baylor from a distance. That would have caused a ruckus.”
“Sure would have.” I lean over and kiss her. “All good?”
“All good. There was a short line, so I had to wait.” Thank fuck for trendy restaurants and their notorious shortage of bathrooms. Her eyebrows pinch, and she asks, “You okay? You look a little pale.”
“Yeah, no.” I shake my head, then nod like a lunatic. “I’m good. Happy to see you.”
“Aw, I’m happy to see you, too.” She glances at my plate. “You’re not hungry?”
“No.” I set the napkin on the plate. “How about you?”
“I’m already stuffed.” Sitting back, she rubs her stomach. “I’m full of gummy bears and had lunch on the plane.”
Just what I wanted to hear. “Let’s get out of here, then.” I catch our server’s attention. “Check?”
We needed to get out of there. I was starting to sweat waiting for the check. Pris is convinced I have a touch of food poisoning and is concerned about whether we should stop for something over the counter to settle a sour stomach.
After telling her I’m fine fifty times, she’s relieved to see color return to my face. My heart starts to regulate, and by the time we reach the lobby, I’m breathing so much easier.
We say hello to the overnight doorman on the way to the elevator. As soon as that door closes, she’s on me—leg hiked up on my thigh, arms around my neck pulling me to her, and her lips crashing into mine.
She only had one cocktail. If this is the result, I can only imagine if she were drunk.
The elevator dings, and the doors open. I don’t bother peeling her off me. I just pick her up, the skirt of her dress hiked to reveal her ass, and carry her down the hall. Pinning her back to the wall, I keep kissing her while I struggle to get the key in the lock.
The latch clicks, and I push the door open.
Pris rubs against my cock like I’m a man on fire, and she’s the one to put it out. Ironic since she’s to blame for starting the fire in the first place. I kick the door closed, then attack her neck, nipping and kissing, sucking and licking, as I carry her down the hall to the bedroom.
“I missed your mouth on me so much.” Is that a compliment to the current state of affairs, or is she making a wish? Either way, I’m granting it.
I toss her on the bed and yank my jacket off, dropping it on the floor. I work on my belt, then start on my pants. “Take off your panties.”
“What about the dress?”
“Doesn’t matter. I want you too much for us to fuck with the clothes.”
She scrunches her nose. “Do you mean fuck with the clothes on, or you want me too much to fuck without taking them off?”
My pants fall to my ankles, and I grin. Not because they dropped, but because she’s so fucking cute. “What do you want to do?”
Lifting onto her elbows, she replies, “I like where this was leading. Surprise me.”
The levity slowed things down but also put it in perspective. I run my thumb over my bottom lip, looking her up and down, and spying the little cotton panties between her legs. I take a heavy breath, then bend before her to take them off myself. I get a glimpse of the pussy I’ve missed so fucking much I can already taste her sweet nectar.
Taking them off one foot and then the other, I stand back up. “Move up the bed and turn over.”
Emotions filter through her expression before she challenges me with a glare. I don’t give in and neither does she. “Take those off,” she demands, her eyes dipping to my dick and back up at me to resume the will of power between us.
I take off the boxer briefs. I was going to anyway.
She grins like she won, then moves higher before turning over. Pressing her head, her tits, and her torso on the bed, she digs her knees into the mattress, advertising her bare ass in the air. I could come from the sight of her, but there’s no way I’m not getting her off first.
I loosen my tie, taking my time to study each angle of my attack. I strip my shirt off and finish getting completely naked. With a plan to execute, I climb on and slip onto my back before sliding between her legs.