Total pages in book: 52
Estimated words: 49005 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 245(@200wpm)___ 196(@250wpm)___ 163(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 49005 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 245(@200wpm)___ 196(@250wpm)___ 163(@300wpm)
Rudy takes hold of my hips and tugs me down in his lap, on top of his growing erection.
“Oh god, Rudy.”
Now it’s not just my stress that’s been drowned out by desire. My willpower is gone too, and my panties are wet, and I want these men more than I’ve ever wanted anything.
Rudy carries on kissing me, while his firm grip encourages me to rub myself over the hard ridge in his pants. He guides me downward as he presses his hips up, and I moan again.
The ache inside me grows bigger and bigger, but relief is in sight.
“Let yourself go,” Rudy urges, as Nick squeezes my nipples between his fingers, pinching, twisting, pulling, driving me wild. “Take what you need.”
I rub my core over Rudy’s hard cock, wishing there was nothing between us, imagining what it would be like to have him buried inside me. I’ve been primed for days, so this feels amazing all the same, and it doesn’t take much for me to fly to the edge of pleasure, then soar beyond.
I bury my head in Rudy’s shoulder as the waves overtake me. He grinds me down onto him, over and over, and my whole body throbs its release.
As soon as it passes, I’m embarrassed. I feel exposed, even though I’m still fully clothed.
But the men don’t let me feel awkward.
Nick squeezes my thigh. “That was hot.”
“So hot.” Rudy smooths my hair back and kisses my temple, then kisses my mouth when I finally lift my head. “You needed that.”
“I guess I did.”
He continues to hold me, gently caressing my back, but he doesn’t make any moves to take things further. When I start to kiss him again, he indulges me for a minute, but then pulls back. “We’d probably better get your kitchen cleaned up.”
“Yeah?”
“If we keep sitting here, I’m going to do things I don’t want to do with you yet.”
If I hadn’t just had a much-needed orgasm, I might encourage Rudy to be naughty, but right now, it’s easy to respect his pace. With his help, I get up from his lap, and the three of us tidy the kitchen while we laugh about our baking failures.
“I can pick up some cookies at the bakery and bring them by your work tomorrow,” Nick offers.
“Thank you! That’s really sweet, but I can stop at the bakery. It’s out of your way, isn’t it?”
He squeezes my hip. “It wouldn’t be a problem. And it would be an excuse to see you tomorrow.”
“You don’t need an excuse, but I’ll get the cookies. And I’ll be seeing you at the park in just a couple of days.”
“We’ll be looking forward to it.” Nick gives me a quick kiss.
As soon as the men leave, I replay the events of the evening and I don’t know what to think about it all. I didn’t imagine things happening like that, and I feel awkward about how fast I got off, just rubbing against Rudy, but I know it was from all the pent-up desire.
I’m surprised they didn’t want to take things further, despite what they said the other night. Their willpower is apparently much stronger than mine.
I’m hopeful that tonight’s quick orgasm will make it easier to delay further physical intimacy until I have clarity about who I want to be with, but I’m afraid the little taste of pleasure only makes me want more.
Chapter 19
Now that there’s some distance between me and the baking fiasco, I’m able to smile about the big cookie failure while I serve bakery-bought treats to the library volunteers. The bakery cookies are actually much better looking and tasting than mine would have ever been, anyway.
When I’m back in my office after the luncheon, some sort of sixth sense kicks in, and I look up at my doorway moments before two dark figures appear there.
I can’t overestimate how much I love books, but Jasper and Felix are the best things I’ve ever seen inside this building.
“What are you doing here?”
“We brought this for you.” Felix steps in, holding out a cup from a nearby cafe.
“What’s the occasion?” I take the cup and breathe in the aromas of rich coffee and sweet chocolate.
He shrugs. “Just thought it would be something nice to do.”
“Well, thank you. This will be perfect for getting me through an afternoon slump.”
Both men are inside my office now, taking in the surroundings, which are sparse, since I share the space with another librarian, and am more often out and about than sitting in here.
“Get any good books in lately?” Felix asks.
His question takes me by surprise, and I immediately scold myself. Just because he’s incredibly hot and makes money by dancing on stage with hardly any clothes on doesn’t mean he can’t also enjoy reading. I should know better than to fall prey to stereotypes.