Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 86364 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 432(@200wpm)___ 345(@250wpm)___ 288(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86364 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 432(@200wpm)___ 345(@250wpm)___ 288(@300wpm)
A bit of fun on the weekends. Definitely not permanent.
Not that I wouldn’t love to crack the ice around rich and sexy Declan Foster’s heart.
And he was the last person I expected to ride to my rescue when I found myself suddenly homeless and a father.
Now he’s spoiling my daughter and me at every turn, offering the perfect life on a silver platter.
Should I risk my heart on a man who once said he never wanted kids?
The Complication is the second full-length novel in the Executive Suite Secrets series, which includes a billionaire, a suddenly homeless single dad, snark, teasing, stolen kisses, “helpful” friends, a little princess who’s going to steal your heart, and a sweet, forever kind of love.
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1
DECLAN FOSTER
“Beg for me.”
I crushed Parker against the wall, smashing his cheek as my low growl rolled past his ear. My lips brushed his earlobe, and I caught it, biting down until he hissed.
His husky laugh sounded strained. “Beg? You haven’t done anything worthy of begging yet.”
That could be fixed.
In the low lamplight, sweat glistened on his tanned skin. I licked across his shoulder and bit a meaty chunk of muscle. Each kiss and suck of his skin allowed me to savor the perfect taste of him. My left hand snaked across his waist and slid up his chest, my fingers threading through a sprinkling of dark hair as I traced hard muscles. His breathing caught, and soft sounds of pleasure escaped his throat. Everything about him was an erotic thrill. A beautiful symphony of temptation and allure I could never get enough of.
I gripped one of his ass cheeks, digging my fingers into his flesh so I could press my hard, leaking cock into his crease. The head brushed his hole, and Parker moaned as if I’d stolen his soul away.
“Yes,” he hissed. “Do it. Fuck me raw.”
Those words were more than enough to light a fever in my brain, threatening to burn up the last of my self-control. It had become an obsession since we’d started this sexy pact. To fuck without a condom. To fill his ass full of my cum.
Months ago, we’d exchanged medical information proving all test results were negative. We were both on HIV-preventative medication. We knew we were in the clear, and somehow that made it hotter each time. Wondering if this would be the time I finally cracked and gave in to the temptation despite my claims from the very beginning that it would never happen.
But I still wanted it.
What would the feel of him be like without that bit of latex between us? How would the tenor of his cries change as I thrust into him?
I lifted my hips, rubbing against him, my dick sliding through the lube I’d used earlier to stretch his hole. “I don’t think you can handle my cock bare,” I teased.
“You want me to beg?” His voice was tight and slightly higher in pitch than normal. “I’ll beg for you to fuck me bare. Let me be your little cum slut.”
I rolled my eyes and stepped away, putting some space between us. Parker always had to take it a step too far. Even I could pick up on the mocking laughter dancing between each of his words. There was nothing serious about this man.
My fingers wrapped around his biceps, I pulled him from the wall and shoved him toward the bed. He cackled as he allowed himself to fall onto the mattress. He immediately flipped to his back in the middle of the bed and spread his bent legs, putting himself on display in the most enticing way. But there was no need. Parker was already the best fuck of my life. If he wasn’t, there would have been no point in returning almost every week for a year.
Not saying a word, I crossed to the nightstand and plucked a condom out of the box. I tossed the condom to him so that it landed on his chest. “Put it on me,” I ordered, placing my knees on either side of his hips as I straddled him.
A wide grin twisted his lips a second before he put the corner of the condom wrapper between his teeth and tore it open. He pulled the condom out. With deft fingers, he fitted it over the head of my dick and rolled it down slowly, taking care to stroke me to the edge of coming. A harsh breath left me and I balled my hands into fists at my sides, trying to hold on to my control. As he got it settled at the base of my dick, those silvery gray eyes flashed with mischief. His fingers darted to the head and the bastard intentionally ripped a hole in the top.
“Whoops!” he cried out, his voice full of mocking laughter. “It looks like you’ll have to fuck me bare.”
That firm hand stroked my cock again, the rough, lube-slicked palm teasingly moving from the bare head to the condom-covered skin. Fuck, I wanted to come. He had me almost trembling on the edge of release, and the idea of plunging into him completely bare was so tempting I couldn’t think clearly. But I held on to my control.
I batted his hand away and snapped, “Annoying psychopath!”
I ripped off the broken condom and climbed off the bed to dig through the nightstand for another one. My heart nearly stopped. The box was empty. I scoured the drawer and located one that had fallen off to the side. It would have served him right to be stuck sucking me off after ruining the last condom, but a blowjob wouldn’t cut it tonight. I needed to be buried so deep in his ass. The desperate desire consumed me as if I were trapped underwater, my lungs burning for air that I was only going to get by sinking inside his tight hole.