Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 80651 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 323(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80651 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 323(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
She sagged beside me, boneless and defeated.
We’d tried to keep away from each other. We’d failed.
After a few moments she sighed. “Are we cured?”
“Not even close.”
“We need to have a clear head for tomorrow,” she said. “This offsite is important to you.”
My heart squeezed at her thoughtful, caring mind. “It is.”
“The bar closes at eleven. I’ll stay until twelve thirty and then leave. You need to sleep.”
I groaned. “What time is it now?”
“Half nine.”
“Three more hours?” I asked. “I want you to stay all night.”
“We don’t want to fuck this up for ourselves. We’re going to need to think about the long game.” She sighed. “Though if we were really thinking long-term, we wouldn’t be here—”
“Don’t say that,” I said. She couldn’t regret this. I wouldn’t let her.
“I’m here,” she said, stroking her hand down my chest. “And I want to be here. But if it’s possible, I’d like this to stay between us. It serves neither of us if this gets out.”
“Agreed,” I said.
“So if we’re giving into this, we need to have rules and boundaries and retain some self-control.”
“You mean no dry-humping you at the nurses’ station?”
She laughed and I shifted above her.
“I love that laugh,” I said, pressing a kiss to her neck.
“I love that you love it.”
She gazed up at me and I swept the hair from her head, tracing the contours of her face with my fingers. She was so beautiful; it was almost overwhelming.
“Shit,” I said, falling backward on the mattress. “I haven’t brought any condoms. I was determined not to need them.”
“How’s that working out for you?”
She pushed herself up and lifted a leg over me so she was straddling me. “I got a load of tests done just before I started—I knew I wouldn’t have time once the program got underway. Everything’s fine with me and I’m on the pill.”
“I’ve not had sex since my last test results. So . . .”
She lifted herself up and wrapped her fingers around my base, guiding me inside her.
I nearly dissolved at the feel of her around me. “You feel so fucking good.” I choked out the words, almost overcome at how amazing she was. She was every one of my teenage fantasies made real and then some. I smoothed my hands over her hips and she pressed her palms onto my stomach.
“I think if I move, I might break,” she said, tipping her head back and gasping. “I’m so full.”
“Shit, Sutton. If you say stuff like that, I’m going to last as long as a thirteen-year-old boy in a lingerie shop.”
“I want to stay like this forever,” she said. “It’s just so good.” She moved. Tiny movements, just enough to hypnotize me with the sway of her breasts as they bounced, round and high on her chest.
I pulled her down firmly, pushing myself as deep into her as I could. She cried out. “So deep.”
The room tilted. For a flash, I was grateful I hadn’t met Sutton earlier. If I had, all the energy I’d put into my studies over the years would have been channeled into wooing her, seducing her, fucking her, and thinking about fucking her again. There would have been no Dr. Cove. No making consultant early. All my goals and ambitions would have been about her.
She moved again, and I tried not to focus on how her chestnut brown hair hung around her shoulders, her nipples peeking out from underneath it, tempting me. I couldn’t resist. I cupped her breasts, needing them together, flicking her nipples, making her moan and writhe on my dick.
“Jacob,” she bent over me, her sharp nipples grazing my chest, the change in angle sending me half crazy. “Like this is so good.”
I couldn’t take any more. I grabbed her bottom and slid off the bed, carrying her. I sat her on the dressing table, in front of the mirror, so I could see the slit between her arse cheeks as I plowed into her. “We don’t have enough time,” I said. “I want you against every wall, in every position twice.”
Her reflection in the mirror behind meant I got to see her from every angle. All of her all at once. And she was beautiful and sexy in every one. When I got home, I was getting my bedroom mirrored—ceiling, floor, and every wall—as a matter of priority, and then I was taking a month of sick leave so I could fuck Sutton in there every opportunity I got.
She lifted her feet and rested them on the side.
“It’s deeper,” I growled.
She whimpered. “It’s too much and so good.”
Sweat gathered at my brow as I pushed up into her, trying to will away the orgasm threatening all too quickly.
She wrapped her arms around my neck, pulling me close to her as she convulsed under me, her lips pressed against my shoulder.