Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 56294 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 281(@200wpm)___ 225(@250wpm)___ 188(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56294 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 281(@200wpm)___ 225(@250wpm)___ 188(@300wpm)
“And you think I can resist you?” I snarl. “How the fuck am I supposed to do that? You’re pretty. You’re gorgeous. You’re cute. You’re sexy. You’re curvy. You moan in the sexiest goddamn way. Oh, hell…”
When I kiss her again, she moans and takes a few steps back. I follow her until we come to the short incline in the sand that leads to the hedges separating the golf club. Anybody could walk around the corner at any moment, but the beach seems quiet. Does that make this okay?
Hell, no, but I do it anyway. I sit beside her on the sand, leaning over as she lies back, kissing her with more urgent fire as I slide my hand up her leg. She gasps, leaning back slightly, nodding and shaking her head at the same time in a confused, horny-as-fuck way.
“We shouldn’t,” she whispers.
“I know, but I need to feel you come for me. I need to make your tight, wet, hole fucking soaked.”
I push up between her legs, rubbing her over the material of her pants. She gasps and pushes her face against my shoulder, biting down. I groan and rub her quicker, wishing we were somewhere private so I could tear off her clothes, reveal her naked slit, taste her, and tongue her until she pulses with her cream.
She squeezes her thighs around my hand, just like in my fantasy. I growl like a beast, not like a CEO, not like a best friend. I’m just an animal as I rub her faster, harder. Her hips start moving in time with my hand. It’s like she can’t help it. We forget about her brother. We forget about betrayal. We focus on the now, on the pleasure.
“Keep… watch…” she whimpers.
She’s right. Looking up and down, I see we’re still alone. This is so damn risky. I should stop us, as the so-called mature one. If anybody else saw my woman like this, fuck, I’d lose it.
“You better come fast,” I growl. “You better soak your panties for me. I can feel how horny you are. Come for me. Come hard.”
“What if I c-c-can’t?” she whispers.
“You can. Just listen to your body. Don’t overthink it. You’re too goddamn ready not to cream for me. I can feel how badly you want it.”
“You can?” she moans.
“I can read your body, and right now, you’re giving me all the damn signals.”
Her hips move like she’s giving me a preview of what it will feel like when I’m on top of her, driving my dick between her mouthwatering legs, deep into her body. She’s bucking her hips just like this, grinding against me, like she’s trying to massage the come out of my dick.
Finally, she gasps, biting down on my shoulder again. I can feel the orgasm surging through her by the pressure in her bite. She bites hard toward the end, most likely leaving a mark. I’ll cherish that like a tattoo, like a battle scar.
She falls back, a few aftershocks making her legs jiggle sexily for me. Then she sits up and slams her hand against my chest. Her cheeks are red, but not in the usual cute way. She looks ready for all-out war.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” she hisses.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Sophie
I glare up at him, feeling like there’s a cocktail of emotions inside of me. My lips try to shape into a grin, so I hopefully make it into an angry expression instead. All my dreams just came true. Well, not all, but a lot. My clit aches from where he was rubbing against me, my folds feeling weirdly swollen, my core pulsing in time with my heartbeat. Everything tells me to do that again but go further this time. Instead, I squeeze my hand harder against his chest, telling myself it’s so he can feel how mad I am. It has nothing to do with feeling his muscles again, his power.
“Why did you do that?” I snap. He smirks, which makes me want to kiss him again, making my voice even louder and more angry. “Anybody could’ve seen us!”
I stand up, shoulder my camera bag, my body screaming to do it again. It’s a weird sensation, like my body is talking to me somehow, but that’s exactly how it feels. My body is telling me to throw myself at him, instincts pulsing deep within. I can’t be mad about this. It’s what I’ve been waiting for since this crush started.
He stands, too, staring down at me.
“Well?” I snap. “Aren’t you going to say something?”
“I lost control,” he says fiercely. “We lost control. I understand why you’d be mad. We shouldn’t have done that, but don’t act like it was goddamn one-sided.”
“You’re supposed to be the mature one, remember?” When I slice my hand through the air in anger, he catches my wrist and pulls me up against him. “L-let go.”