Total pages in book: 216
Estimated words: 206530 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1033(@200wpm)___ 826(@250wpm)___ 688(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 206530 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1033(@200wpm)___ 826(@250wpm)___ 688(@300wpm)
It’s not a sweet intertwining of fingers like before.
No, he takes my hand firmly as he urges me forward. Straight down the block in the direction we came from. Back toward the college.
“Where are we—?” But he takes off at a jog to get across the street before the light turns and I hurry to keep up with him.
Before I know it, he’s leading me into the towering university library and pressing the button for the elevator. It’s mid-afternoon and most students are in class, so for once, there’s no one else waiting. As soon as the elevator pings and the doors open, Dominick drags me inside. As soon as the doors close and he’s hit the button for the eighth floor, he has me up against the wall and is devouring my mouth again.
When he shoves his leg between my thighs, all I can think is, oh God, yes.
It’s an older building and the elevator is slow. When Dominick’s hands come underneath my buttocks and he hikes me even further up his thigh, I wrap my legs around his waist and flex back and forth for as much friction as I can get.
“Oh God,” I breathe out. “Oh Dom.”
“I go by either name, beautiful,” he says, grinning devilishly and only pulling away when the elevator pings again at the eighth floor.
I’m flushed and so amped by the time he pulls me toward wherever he’s taking us, I’m sure that I’d follow this man to hell and back. God or devil, I don’t really care right now. I just need him between my thighs again. As soon as possible.
I don’t have to wait long. Still gripping my hand, he pulls me down through several racks to a handicapped unisex bathroom. We slip inside and a second later, Dominick’s flipped the lock and has me up against the wall.
His hand immediately slips underneath my dress.
My gasp of pleasure echoes throughout the small tiled bathroom and Dominick’s other hand lifts a finger to my lips. “Shh,” he grins at me. “It’s a library, beautiful. Gotta be quiet.”
And then the bastard drops to his knees and his head disappears underneath my dress. My panties are at my ankles the next moment and—
Oh sweet Jesus—
I can’t help the little moan that escapes my throat. What he’s doing with his tongue— Oh God, that should be illegal in all fifty states. Except no, because it feels soooooooooooooo good.
After the next high-pitched noise, he lifts the skirt of my dress and gives me a warning look. I slap my own hand over my mouth. If only so he’ll get back to it.
He gives me a grin. A very naughty, naughty grin.
And then that wicked, delicious, sent-from-heaven tongue starts to suck, and twist and thrust—
I’m right on the edge when Dominick retreats again, pulling out from underneath my dress and wiping his mouth with his forearm.
What? He can’t stop now. I was thiiiiiiis close to coming. I reach for him to drag him back but he steps away.
He smirks. “Do you want something?”
I breathe out in frustration. He knows exactly how close I was. I fight hard not to stomp my foot in frustration. Then again, I did say I wasn’t a child.
But it’s not fair!
“Come here and you can get your treat,” he says with a clear teasing note in his voice. He leans over and grabs something I can’t see from his bag.
“What is that?” I step forward to try to look over his shoulder.
“Ah ah ah,” he chides, moving whatever it is out of my sight. He looks back at me and gestures toward the sink. “Assume the position like a good little girl.”
I look at the sink and then back at him. Does he mean like when…?
“Hands on the counter, ass out,” he confirms. He’s moved whatever he got out of his bag behind his back. The way he’s standing, so military straight, issuing commands, he looks more than ever like Dad.
And, however messed up it may be, my sex only gets wetter.
I obey, both feeling thrilled and disturbed.
He comes up behind me. I can see his reflection in the mirror. He’s almost a head taller than me and so much broader. I do look like a child in comparison.
No. Not a child. I just look very petite. Womanly. And he’s all man.
“That’s right,” he says, his voice low and husky. “Watch us together in the mirror. Watch how goddamn sexy you are.”
Then he reaches down and lifts my dress right up and off over my head. I left my panties behind when I stepped out of them to come over to the counter. The dress had a built-in bra so now I’m completely naked.
Dominick tugs off both his shirts, and then it’s just him and me in the mirror.
His hand slides around my waist and down to my soaking sex. His touch is enough to make me insane, but the image of us, naked together in the mirror, his focused gaze intent on where he’s touching me—oh God, I shudder and collapse back against him as the spasm rocks through my body.