Total pages in book: 126
Estimated words: 116231 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 581(@200wpm)___ 465(@250wpm)___ 387(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 116231 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 581(@200wpm)___ 465(@250wpm)___ 387(@300wpm)
“You?” His eyes are on mine. I think we are both in uncharted territory.
“I like,” I start to say, “to give him pleasure while I’m receiving the pleasure.” I see his Adam’s apple bob. “Sitting on his face and then just bending to take him in my mouth.” Our eyes never stray from one another. “What’s better than that?” I take my hand and move it around the rim of the glass. “Letting him feel what he’s doing to me.” I feel the back of my neck warm up. “Doing it in sync so both of us can get us there at the exact same time.” I tilt my head to the side. “That has to be my favorite.” I don’t even know why I answered that way because I have never, ever done it. Like ever, but I want to, and I want to do it with him.
“How are we doing over here?” The waiter comes over, interrupting the moment of tension between us.
“I don’t know about you,” I say, picking up my glass, “but it’s a little warm in here, don’t you think?”
“It is,” he agrees, his eyes still on mine.
“I’ll see if we can turn up the air conditioner,” he says, turning.
“Somehow,” I snort, “I don’t think that is going to help.” I burst out laughing and so does Knox. “This is nice.”
“It is,” he agrees, nodding. “One of the best nights I’ve had in a while.”
twenty-three
Knox
“This is nice.” Her voice is soft and carefree, her cheeks pink from the wine, and most likely from the conversation we just had. My cock is harder than it’s ever been my whole life.
“It is,” I agree, nodding. “One of the best nights I’ve had in a while.”
She slices her meatball down the middle. “One of?” she teases me. “I guess I’ll take it.”
“You should.” I pick up my own fork. “Lately, the best nights have all had you involved in them.” She looks up at me, the brown hair behind her ear falling forward, and I want to reach over the table and put it back behind her ear. “Even the times you were mean to me.”
She tucks the hair I so want to touch behind her ear. “Why didn’t you tell Kirby?” I ask her and she shrugs.
“What was I going to say, your teammate, Knox, thought I wanted to suck his dick?” she asks me, and I want to cringe at the words that came out of my mouth. “What would that have done? It would have led to the two of you having a heated conversation, and then it would have put a strain on your friendship.” She shrugs. “It wasn’t worth it. I got my digs in, so I was happy with that.”
“That you did.” I take a bite of my steak. “You called my dick small.”
“Minuscule,” she corrects me. “I was wrong on that too.”
I laugh. Fuck, this woman can make me laugh. “Good to know.”
We spend the rest of the evening asking each other questions and when the bill comes, I’m sad to see the night come to an end. She reaches for her purse. “Should we split the bill?”
“Get the fuck out of here,” I retort. “The man always pays on the date.”
“Technically, is this a date?” she asks me.
“It’s a fucking date.” I point at her. “I showed up, you showed up.”
“But you showed up not expecting me and vice versa.”
“We still sat and ate dinner together.” I grab the black card out of my wallet and put it down in the sleeve that holds the bill.
“So you are a traditionalist?” she asks and my eyebrows pinch together. “Like, you pay for dates.”
“I guess you can call me that,” I confirm. “If we go out for coffee, you can get that bill.”
“So if it’s more than twenty dollars, it’s your bill to take?”
“Yes.” I nod as the server comes over to grab the brown leather sleeve and returns a couple of seconds later with a pen and the bill for me to sign. I add the tip in there and sign before taking my card and putting it back in my wallet.
She pushes out from the table, turning and grabbing her black jacket and slipping it on. I pick up my own jacket, putting it on as she bends to grab her purse. Her hair covers her face while she does it. “I can’t believe we’ve been here for almost four hours.”
“Time flies when you’re having fun.” I stand next to her and she laughs, and I want to wrap my arm around her waist and pull her to me. The restaurant that was full not too long ago is now slowly clearing out.
“I have to order my ride.” She starts to open her purse when I take her hand in mine.