Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 86367 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 432(@200wpm)___ 345(@250wpm)___ 288(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86367 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 432(@200wpm)___ 345(@250wpm)___ 288(@300wpm)
“It was not,” I deny quickly right before I drink another glass of sangria.
“You’re a beautiful liar,” he tells me softly, then leans in to whisper in my ear, “Just so you know, whatever you thought about me doing to you, it’s going to be even better in real life.” He nips my ear.
“Is that so?” I ask him as some of the food comes to the table, and I want to tell them to take the food and go away.
“That is so.” He picks up the conversation when the server leaves. “I’ve been thinking about nothing else since I kissed you six months ago.”
The meal goes by way too quickly. He changes the topic from sex to the wedding. We laugh about the pieces I can’t remember, and when it’s time to leave, I secretly wish the night wasn’t ending.
We walk out, and he looks at me. “What’s your address?” he asks, and I gasp.
“I haven’t even given you my phone number. What makes you think I’m going to tell you where I live?” I giggle, the effects of finishing the pitcher of sangria making me tipsy.
“Fine, why don’t you order the Uber,” he says, “and then I’ll grab a cab from your place.”
“Okay,” I agree, pretty much thinking he’s going to spend the night. Figuring that once we have sex, this chase will be over, so I might as well make him remember this date.
We get into the Uber, and he sits way too close to me. I look up at him, the heat from his arm around me pulling me close to him seeping into me. “You,” I tell him, then go to whisper in his ear, “naked.” I bite his jaw. “With your hands in my hair.” I look at him and see his eyes are darker, so dark they look black. His jaw is clenching. “That’s what I was thinking about.”
His mouth crashes onto mine, his tongue mixing with mine as I pull him to me. His hand reaches over me and grabs my ass. The kiss is everything I’ve thought about since the last time he kissed me in my office. It’s hungry and full of need. I throw my leg over his and feel his cock through his pants, and if we were in a private car, I would massage his dick through the fabric.
The car stops, and he lets go of my lips. “Is this you?” He looks out the window at my building.
“It is.” I smile at him as he gets out of the car and holds his hand out for me. I slip my hand into his and laugh. “Big hands, you know what that means.” I giggle when he walks to the door, opening it. I walk in, turning to look at him and walking backward, watching him follow me. My eyes go from his eyes to his package, where those jeans leave little to the imagination. I can see the outline of his cock, and it’s making my mouth water.
I push the elevator button, and the door opens. He steps in beside me as I press the button to my floor. My hands itch to touch him, my body tingling to be touched. The anticipation to get him naked and ride his cock is stronger than I’ve ever had before. We get off, and he follows me as I take my key out and put it in the door. He stops my hands, turning me around, my back to the closed door. “Gorgeous,” he says in a whisper. “Fuck,” he groans before he bends his head and takes my mouth in another scorching kiss. My tongue fights with his, trying to get the upper hand, trying to get the kiss deeper. He pushes me harder into the door, and my hands grab his jacket to take it off.
He steps away from me as if someone just caught us making out. “You’re drunk,” he says, and I don’t know if he’s asking me or telling me.
“I’m not drunk. I’m happy.” I smile at him and reach for his sweater to pull him to me. “Tipsy.”
“At the wedding,” he starts softly, “I wanted to kiss you all night but didn’t because you were drunk, and I wanted to make sure you wouldn’t forget.” He kisses me now, his tongue sliding into mine for a second before he stops again, making me groan. “When I’m going to get you naked for me and be balls deep inside you…” He grabs my hips to pull me to him, lifting me off my boots and placing my pussy directly on his cock. “When I sink into you for the first time, you will not be drunk. You won’t have one drop of alcohol in you. You’ll know who is fucking you, and you won’t regret it in the morning.”