Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 27076 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 135(@200wpm)___ 108(@250wpm)___ 90(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27076 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 135(@200wpm)___ 108(@250wpm)___ 90(@300wpm)
“You got plans tonight?” I ask, doing my best to sound casual, which means my voice comes out rough and way too eager.
She stops, eyes on mine. Slowly, the smile spreads. “Hmm. Let’s see. I thought I’d treat myself to a shower, maybe wolf down a quick dinner, and then…”—her gaze holds mine, shameless—“collapse in bed. That’s about it.”
“Funny,” I fire back, barely missing a beat, “that’s exactly my agenda. Shower, dinner, bed. What are the odds? Maybe we should do it together?” Fucking hell. I’m blaming the lack of oxygen to my brain for uttering that lame pick-up line.
I’m trying to figure out how to backtrack when she laughs, breathless and a little wild, and I realize she’s not going to shoot me down. She’s not even pretending to play it cool. “I’m up for sharing dinner, and then we can see where things go.” Her eyes twinkle, like she can’t wait to see if I’ll keep up.
My pulse jumps to DEFCON 1.
“Deal,” I tell her, voice dropping low. “How does pizza sound for dinner?”
She licks her lips, eyes narrowing like she’s sizing up a worthy opponent. “Pizza sounds perfect,” she fires back, not missing a beat. The look she gives me is pure challenge, and fuck if I don’t want to devour her right here.
It takes every ounce of control not to let my cock do the talking.
“Good,” I rumble and hop off the elliptical before stalking closer to her. “I’ll order a pepperoni special from Romano’s, and we can eat at my apartment.”
Cydney’s cheeks flush, and she taps her chin, pretending to think while her eyes rake down my chest, then lower. “Sounds great. I’ll shower and meet you at your place in thirty minutes. If you don’t mind cutting your workout short.”
That little tease. My cock twitches in my shorts, and I have to shift my stance before I embarrass myself. “I’ve already got all the workout I need,” I throw back, voice all heat.
She gives me a look that could burn holes in my nylon shorts. “Darn. That ruins my plans for later.”
I fucking love this woman. I give her the guest keycard that will allow her access to the penthouse floor, and she looks down at it and back up at me. “I should’ve already known.”
“What can I say, I love to be on top.” My mouth runs away without consulting my brain.
Cydney barks out a laugh that makes my cock twitch, then steps closer, eyes locked on mine. “You might change your mind later.” She twirls my guest keycard between her fingers before winking at me. “See you soon.”
She turns and saunters out, hips swaying like she’s on a damn mission to kill me. I watch her ass all the way to the door, and, hell, I almost thank the universe out loud.
I storm upstairs like a man on a mission, mind and body both strung tight as barbed wire. Thirty fucking minutes. I might actually lose my mind before she gets here. My cock is already hard, throbbing with every step. I barely make it through my front door before I’m stripping out of my clothes, leaving a trail behind me like a goddamn animal. Penthouse lights blaze as I stalk directly to the shower and crank the water to full blast.
It’s not even hot enough to burn off the need inside me. I step under the spray, fists clenched, but it’s no use. I can still see her: those luscious curves, the way she winked as she walked out, hips taunting me like she knows exactly what I want to do to her. Fuck me.
I palm my cock, already leaking, and stroke hard and fast because thirty minutes feels like torture. I pump my fist, picturing her on her knees, lips wrapped around my cock, eyes wide and begging me for more. Fucking hell, I need to relieve the pressure building in my balls. I drag out the strokes, letting the tension build, picturing every inch of Cydney’s gorgeous body. The way her tits strain against her tank top, the dark tease of her nipples, her mouth made for sin.
I groan and brace my hand against the tile, letting the water hammer my back. My cock throbs in my fist, thick and angry, leaking hot against my palm. “Fuck, baby…” The words slip out, guttural. I imagine her kneeling between my legs, tongue flicking over the head, tasting me, greedy for it.
I stroke harder, faster, chasing the brutal edge. My balls draw tight, desperate for release. I picture Cydney’s dimpled grin as she looks up at me, all sass and heat, as she takes me deep, my cock buried in her throat while her nails dig into my hips. Fuck. That’s it. I explode in my hand, grunting her name as the orgasm tears through me. Hot cum splashes down the tile, and I have to lean back against the cool marble wall to steady myself. The water’s beating down on my back, but I barely notice. All I see is Cydney. All I want is her.