Total pages in book: 168
Estimated words: 160782 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 804(@200wpm)___ 643(@250wpm)___ 536(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 160782 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 804(@200wpm)___ 643(@250wpm)___ 536(@300wpm)
The sound of our heavy breathing echoes through the space. He bites me again and a whimper escapes my mouth. And then he is on me, his strong lips take possession of my mouth, his tongue swipes against mine. He pushes his hips into me, and I am rewarded with the feeling of his large erection up against my stomach. His hands move down to my behind where he grinds me onto his hips as he kisses me aggressively. He’s so big, so hard. So fucking perfect. I’m like putty in his dominant hands. His hands run up and down my body as if he can’t get enough, as if he doesn’t know where to feel first. I can’t help it, I need to feel him. It’s a need, not want. I run my hand down over his chest where I feel his heart going crazy, down over his rippled abdomen. I have missed this man and his perfect body. He puts his head back as his eyes hold mine and I keep going lower, lower. Oh shit, I am instantly rushed with a wave of wet arousal and my knees nearly buckle from under me. I run my hand over his huge throbbing erection through his pants, and his eyes close at the contact. I gently stroke it upwards as I lean forward and bite his neck. I kiss him again and this time I don’t hold back. I kiss him with everything I have as I stroke him again. “Does that feel good, baby?” I whisper. I am desperate to please him.
His eyes snap open in realization. He pulls away from me in
disgust and my body cries out in withdrawal.
“I’m not your baby,” he snaps, as he stands still looking at me while panting. With that he opens the door and leaves the stairwell in a rush. Huh…what the hell happened? Come back. Oh shit, how embarrassing. I can’t go back out there now. My heart is still racing, and I’m so aroused that if the wind blows and hits me I will burst into orgasm any second. Damn that robber taking my vibrator, this is all his fault. I’m like a dog on heat. With security following me every minute I haven’t been able to replace it, six months without an orgasm is un-fuckin-natural.
I rub my hands over my face as I think, what am I going to do? I look up and then down the stairwell. I will go downstairs, then outside and get some fresh air. I don’t know whether to laugh or cry at what just happened. In excitement I start running down the stairs as adrenaline pumps through me. He’s still attracted to me. This outfit is fabulous, I’m wearing it all week.
When I get to the bottom, I open the doors tentatively, as I don’t know where they are opening up to. I peek around the door. Oh good, around the side of the hospital. I exit and start to walk around the front of the hospital. There is thick hedging that surrounds a path along the side of the building. I turn the corner to the front of the hospital. Up in front is the large staircase leading into the main entrance and on the other side of the hedge is the grass going down to the road and parking lot. I am walking along the path back to the front steps when I see Joshua leave the hospital in a rush. Cameron is hot on his heels. “What in the hell is the matter with you?” Cameron asks as he follows Joshua down the steps. Ben is just behind them.
“I’m a fucking idiot. Glutton for punishment,” Joshua snaps as he runs his hands through his hair in frustration.
“What happened?”
“I just kissed her, actually more than that I dry humped her up against the wall.”
“What?” Cameron squeaks.
They get to the bottom of the stairs.
“Where are the cars?” Joshua angrily snaps at Ben as he looks around.
“At the back of the parking lot. I will call them now.” He pulls out his phone and starts dialing.
Oh shit, this is bad. I’m on the path minding my own business and now I find I am a Russian spy hiding in the hedge. My eyes bulge, what if they see me? Joshua will go feral. I sink deeper into the bush. Shit, shit, shit.
“Why are you acting so crazy?” Cameron asks.
Joshua glares at him. “Because I’m not fucking going there.” “You already went there, dumbass.”
“Shut up,” Joshua screams, and Ben raises his eyebrows at Cameron, signifying psycho chicken.
“Book the VIP room tonight, Ben,” Joshua snaps. “I need to get laid.”
Ben smiles. “Yes,” he mouths at Cameron while he starts dialing another number.
The three cars pull up and they jump in and drive away.
I stand in the bush with my hand on my hips. Are you kidding me? He’s not going there. I’m not frigging going there. VIP room. My blood boils. I should blow up that bloody place. I narrow my eyes and storm back upstairs with renewed vigor. Right, when I get home, I’m calling Jes and I am going to tell him that it’s on, baby…and, yes, I fuck on first dates. Mr. Stanton is going to miss the boat. Tough luck. And if anyone around here needs to get laid, it’s bloody me!