Total pages in book: 113
Estimated words: 110113 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 551(@200wpm)___ 440(@250wpm)___ 367(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 110113 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 551(@200wpm)___ 440(@250wpm)___ 367(@300wpm)
My dick surges. I work my mouth up her neck. Back down, stopping to press a lingering kiss on the place where her throat slopes into her shoulder.
“Oh, Sawyer,” she breathes. “I like that.”
“You smell like heaven.”
She’s smiling. “It’s the beer. And the sweat.”
“Apparently”—I rock my hips, pressing my dick into the small of her back—“I dig the combination.”
Reaching back, she cups me through my jeans. “You’re kidding.”
“Not one fucking bit.”
“I’m talking about this.” She moves her palm up my length. “You’re hot. You can dance. And you have a big dick?”
My turn to laugh as I scrape my stubble against her throat, giving her nipples a quick, hard pinch. “I didn’t see any lube downstairs. I can look for some—”
“Don’t. I’m … yeah, I’m definitely not gonna need it.”
“Really?”
She scoffs. “Really.”
“Show me.”
She turns her head and glances at me over her shoulder. “Okay.”
I bite back a curse when she takes my right hand and guides it down. Eyes locked on mine the whole time. When we hit the fly of her jeans, she presses my fingers against the button. I take the hint and work it through its hole. Her zipper moves south as she pushes our hands inside.
Her green eyes go a little hazy when, together, we move our hands inside her panties. I feel the wiry warmth of her pubic hair before she guides our hands even lower. I don’t wait for her to guide me here. I can’t. I use my first and third fingers to part her. I can already feel her heat. Then I gently guide my middle finger inside.
She. Is. Soaked.
So swollen and slick that my fingertip glides easily through her arousal. I give her a soft stroke front to back. Back to front, pausing to circle her clit.
Her whole body jerks. “Oh, yes. Yes.”
The oxygen in the room must evaporate, because suddenly I can’t breathe. “For me. This is—”
“All for you.” Her eyes bore into mine, all earnestness. “C’mon, Sawyer, I told you you were hot.”
I puff out my chest a little, knowing I have that kind of power. Me, the guy who twenty-four hours ago couldn’t beg, borrow, or steal his way into convincing his three-year-old to get dressed for school.
Me, the guy who hasn’t felt wanted like this in … a long-ass time.
Me.
I don’t think. I don’t hesitate.
I just give her clit one last stroke of my fingertip and say, “Arms up,” and then I’m pulling off Ava’s shirt, tossing it onto the nearby couch. I make a mental note to soak it in the sink later. That fucking stain is gonna bug me until I get it out.
Grabbing the open bottle of champagne, I spin Ava back around to face me with my other hand. “Now open your mouth.”
Her eyes flick from the bottle down to my dick and back up again. “What are you gonna put in it, cowboy?”
“Oh, you best believe you’ll be tasting this, too.” I take her hand and crudely press it to my cock. “But first, we got a bottle to finish. Open that fucking mouth, Ava.”
Running her tongue along her bottom lip, she looks me square in the eye and does as I told her.
“Good girl.” I tip the bottle and pour a little champagne into her mouth. I watch her throat work as she swallows.
She’s good at sucking dick. I just know. She’s gonna swallow me just like this, eyes on fire, smile on her lips.
I’m literally growling as I bring the bottle to my own mouth and take a long pull. I never drink champagne—hell, I hardly drink at all anymore—but I like this shit. It’s cold, crisp. Gives me just enough liquid courage to start backing Ava toward the bedroom.
But then she surprises me by grabbing the bottle out of my hand. Keeping her eyes locked on mine, she grins and pours it over her chest, gasping when the golden liquid hits her skin. It drips down her breasts, gathering in little beads around her nipples.
Can’t help it. I smile. This woman. I love how playful she is. How bold.
“Apparently you’re good at cleaning up messes.” She holds out her arms. “Bet you wanna clean me up, too, don’t you?”
Shaking my head, I bend my neck. Suck one nipple into my mouth, using my tongue to lap up the champagne. “Yes ma’am.” Licking her breast clean, I move to the other. “I do.”
Looking up, I watch her throw her head back and laugh.
“Delicious,” I murmur, nicking her nipple with my teeth. I notice goose bumps are breaking out on her arms and belly. “Lemme warm you up, pretty girl. To bed. Now.”
She takes another sip from the bottle as I straighten. Then she loops an arm around my neck. “Who made you boss?”
“You like it.” It comes out less a question, more a statement.