Total pages in book: 41
Estimated words: 38786 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 194(@200wpm)___ 155(@250wpm)___ 129(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 38786 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 194(@200wpm)___ 155(@250wpm)___ 129(@300wpm)
“I thought I was the only one who stripped the bed at each hotel I stay at.” She continues to drink in a handful of family portraits on the mantel before spinning to face me. “Is it just Casey and yourself?”
I twist my lips before joining her in the den. I had gone to the bedroom to see if I had condoms in my luggage. I don’t usually carry them on me when I’m home. “As direct siblings, yes.” When Kelsey peers at me with her nose crinkled in confusion, I explain, “I have a handful of half brothers and sisters and even more stepsiblings. I stopped counting at fifteen.”
“Fifteen?” If her eyes bulge any further, they’ll pop out of her head.
Grinning, I nod. “Yeah. Casey could probably give you a more accurate figure. Just maybe ask when she’s not holding a carving knife.”
Her laugh reminds me that my cock hasn’t gone down for a single minute. Our kiss that knocked me on my ass with only one swipe of her tongue has my cock forging its own agenda. It’s not a part of the team anymore. He’s gone out on his own and is fucking pissed we didn’t continue our game of tonsil hockey during both the cab and elevator ride.
It’s more than ready to make up for lost time, so you can picture its angry throb when I continue our conversation as if Kelsey is being billed by the hour. “What about you? Any siblings?”
Sighing, she shakes her head before spinning to face me. “I’m an only child.” Her huff this time around sounds more in disgust than upset. “Not from a lack of trying. My parents can’t keep their hands off each other.”
“If your mother looks anything like you, I can understand your father’s motives.” I drag my eyes down her body in a slow, predatory gawk before wetting my suddenly dry lips with my tongue.
I swear on my sister’s life, the very definition of a woman is standing before me.
A face that makes every inch of my body ache, long, sweltering legs, and curvy, fuckable hips.
“You’re good at this,” Kelsey murmurs, drawing my focus back to her face.
Suspicion highlights my tone. “Good at what?”
She joins me near the couch, pushes me back until my ass bends the springy material, then hugs my hips with her knees. “Building a woman’s confidence.”
When she tells me she’s never felt more comfortable around a stranger, I try to pull back on the reins, but before I can, she rotates her hips until her damp panties are exposed, and I can’t concentrate on anything but the thrill of the chase.
“Has anyone ever told you that?”
“It’s been mentioned a handful of times.”
My honesty can’t be helped. With all the blood rushing to the area of my body Kelsey is grinding against, I’m without a single cognitive thought.
“My mother is on her ninth husband, but she’s been in love a dozen times more than that. When she’s smitten, there’s no stopping her. But the lows were low. I could only get her out of bed after I built her confidence back to what it was before it was broken.”
When my honesty is awarded with a breathless moan, I cup Kelsey’s breast before rolling her peaked nipple between my index finger and thumb, then continue spilling secrets like I’m not paid to keep them. “It worked every time. In under a week, she was back whistling romantic ballads in the kitchen while teaching Casey how to cook. Casey thought I was a magician.”
“I can understand why.” She rubs herself along my shaft a handful of times before murmuring, “I can feel your magic… and it’s still in your pants.”
My breathy chuckle adds to the heat on her cheeks before my lips set her on fire. She burns up everywhere when I kiss her how I was dying to in the cab.
Once I’ve kissed her to the point her lungs must be screaming for air, I lower my lips to her neck before dipping them even lower.
Her head falls back, exposing more of her ravishing neck when I drag my tongue along the delicate skin covering her collarbone.
The beverage spilled on her tastes almost as delicious as the scent that wafts up when her grinds return the flare of her dress to her midsection.
Her panties are so wet they summon an image of her juices dribbling down my face as she rides it to climax.
Fuck… the thought alone makes my cock want to jerk through the stimulation of release even while still in my briefs.
I can’t wait to taste her, to feel her climax on my lips. I want it even more than my cock wants to notch between her pillowy lips, and I can’t wait a second longer.
Kelsey groans in disappointment when I lift her off me by her hips. Its rumble turns into a breathy moan when I mutter, “I want you to sit on my face.”