Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 34333 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 172(@200wpm)___ 137(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34333 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 172(@200wpm)___ 137(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
I frown. I hate having to make a deal just to keep my personal life out of her work. But I do know how good a reporter she is. When she's on a scent, she's a pit bull. Dogged barely begins to describe her. If she wants to find out who Devon is, I know it won't be hard for her to do. Wendy is smiling at me like she knows she’s got me over a barrel.
“Do we have a deal?” she presses.
“Yeah. Fine. We have a deal,” I growl.
“Good,” she chirps. “Then let’s get started.”
After giving Wendy her interview—grudgingly—I finished practice and grabbed a shower before heading home. I’m not sure what Devon’s schedule is, so I figured I’d grab something to eat and maybe take a nap then give her a call to see about getting together tonight. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about her all day. In truth, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about her since the night we met, but my thoughts have been more intense and persistent since the other night.
Being with her was like an out-of-body experience. She knew just what buttons to push and when to push them to get me off. And she got me off intensely. Everything with her just felt so natural and so easy. Our bodies connected in ways I’ve never experienced before. Ways I didn’t know I could connect with somebody. Her body—so small, supple, and smooth—felt like it was made just for me. And I can’t wait to see her again tonight.
I walk into my place and close the door behind me. After dropping my bag and tossing my keys on the table beside the door, I walk down the short hallway and step into the kitchen. As I pull a bottle of water out of the refrigerator, I pause as it hits me. The floorplan in my place is wide open—I can see into the living room from the kitchen. But when I walked in, my brain didn’t register it at first.
There’s somebody in my living room.
I close the refrigerator door and turn around to find Devon stretched out on the couch, looking back at me with a flirty smile on her lips. She’s wearing nothing but a t-shirt short enough that I can see the pink cotton panties poking out from beneath the hem. Oh, fuck. My blood rushes down south, and I clench the bottle.
“And how was practice today?” she asks.
“It was fine,” I say with a laugh. “What are you doing here?”
“Oh, I’m sorry. When you gave me a key, I thought that implied I could stop by whenever I wanted. I can leave if you’d prefer.”
“It’s too late for you to leave now. I won’t let you.”
Taking a long swallow of water, I walk into the living room and pick up Devon’s legs then set them in my lap as I sit down. I lean forward, set the bottle down on the coffee table, and turn to her. God, she’s so beautiful. I slowly run the tips of my fingers up and down her leg, relishing Devon’s smooth, warm skin. She shudders as a soft breath passes her lips.
“No class today?”
“No class today. My professor is out sick, so I figured I’d come by and wait for you,” she says. “I know we weren’t supposed to get together until tonight, but I didn’t think you’d mind if we spent a little more time together.”
“I absolutely do not mind.”
“That’s a good answer.”
Devon sat up and crawled down the couch, that flirty smile still on her lips. She straddles me and wraps her arms around the back of my neck, her eyes locked on mine as she bites her bottom lip. My cock is already stiffening, and Devon laughs softly as she rubs herself against it. The need to be inside her and thrust until she’s panting is almost overwhelming,
“Somebody’s eager,” she teases.
I slide my hands up her thighs and let the fingertips of my right hand lightly dance across the front of her panties. I press a little harder, rubbing her clit through the cotton, and smile when I feel how wet they are already. “Seems like I’m not the only one who’s eager.”
“N-no. You’re not.”
Devon leans forward and kisses me, sliding her tongue into my mouth as she runs her fingers through my hair. I slide my hand down and slip them beneath the hem of her shirt, cupping and squeezing her firm, round ass. She writhes in my lap and pulls back, looking me in the eye as she slips off my lap.
I watch as she steps out of her panties and throws them to the side. After that, she leans forward and pulls my shorts down, freeing me. I kick off my shoes and shorts, then pull her back down onto my lap. Devon reaches down and takes hold of me, squeezing it for all she’s worth and giving it a few strokes as she settles herself down on top of me.