Total pages in book: 130
Estimated words: 119650 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 598(@200wpm)___ 479(@250wpm)___ 399(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 119650 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 598(@200wpm)___ 479(@250wpm)___ 399(@300wpm)
Tanner laughs. “I can’t say I ever saw that being an issue, yet here we are.”
I roll my eyes and playfully smack his chest. “Get out of here before I’m forced to jump you and not in the way you like.”
Tanner takes a step back, his eyes sparkling with laughter as he salutes me, obeying my every command. “Whatever you say, boss.”
He takes off down the hallway, and as I close my door behind me, I hear his muffled laughter coming through the walls. This might have been goodnight, but it certainly wasn’t goodbye. There’s no way that was the last of Tanner Morgan I’ll be seeing tonight. I know with every fiber of my soul that he won’t be able to resist watching me through his bedroom window, and I won’t be able to resist welcoming it as he does.
Moving through my room, I peel off my clothes, switching them out for my pajamas. I slide beneath the blankets on my bed, and pull them right over my shoulders. I can’t help but glance up, watching as the light switches on in Tanner’s room, and just as I expected, his eyes immediately come to mine.
My heart races and a stupid grin stretches across my face. Despite not needing to be shy with Tanner, I find myself pulling my blanket even higher, covering my face, and only leaving a sliver to peek through the top. My lights are out, so I doubt he can even see, but just the thought of his eyes on me makes my body squirm with need.
He moves around his room, reaching over his head and gripping the fabric of his shirt before shrugging out of it and putting his sculpted body on display. His gaze lingers on me, and I watch as he pops the button of his pants, letting them fall from his narrow hips.
My mouth waters.
Holy hell, I’m in so much trouble.
All too soon, Tanner disappears from the window and his room falls into darkness. A hollow disappointment takes root deep in my chest, and I let out a heavy sigh, not wanting tonight to be over. Though, that’s ridiculous since I was the one so ready to cut my night short.
Tanner came through for me. Every step of the way, he’s had my back. I was having a shit night, struggling with my inner demons, and without even trying, he managed to pull me out of the darkness, making it easier to breathe. Tanner Morgan truly is something special. Maybe I’m a fool to be pushing him away. Though to be completely honest, I don’t think he’s going to let me do that, and more so, I don’t think I want to.
I’m a sucker for all things Tanner Morgan. There’s no doubt in my mind he’s going to pull me back in, and when he does, that’s it between us. It’s final. There’s no walking away. I might as well sign a marriage certificate.
My eyes begin to grow heavy, and just as I start drifting to sleep, my phone chimes on my bedside table. I take a moment, wondering if I should just leave it for the morning, but my lack of self-control has me reaching for the phone.
It’s cool in my hand, and the moment I find a text from Tanner, my whole body begins to warm. I press on the unread message and a grin stretches across my face finding he’s sent a video. I open that bad boy faster than I’ve opened anything in my life.
Tanner’s face appears on my screen, covered in darkness, and a rush of adrenaline pulses through my veins. His strong arm is propped behind his head and his dark eyes are hooded with desire. “Ask and you shall receive, Killer,” he murmurs, his deep tone flowing through my room like the sweetest caress. “One cum shot video coming right up.”
“Holy fuck,” I breathe, my eyes widening as my whole body freezes with anticipation.
There’s no way. Me and the girls joked with the guys about dick pics being a thing of the past, that what we really want is cum shot videos but … no! A thrill shoots through me and my head snaps to the window. His room is still dark, but I feel his heavy, intense gaze locked on me like a vice.
Rustling on the video draws my attention back to the screen, and I watch as the camera slowly pans down his sculpted body, the moonlight casting the softest glow over his abs. It keeps going, trailing lower down his delicious body until it finally stops, his rock-hard cock standing at attention and his strong fist clutched at his base.
“Oh, my fucking God.” The anticipation is too much, my eyes glued to the screen like a starving whore, desperate for him all over again. I clench my thighs, but it’s not nearly enough to ease the ache building between my legs.