Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 83786 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 419(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83786 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 419(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
“You’ve been home a week,” he reminded me, pinching my big toe. “Stop stressin’.”
“Yes, because telling someone to stop stressing always works to keep them from stressing,” I argued, wiggling my toes.
“You’ll find something. Right now you’re livin’ with your parents—”
“Don’t remind me.”
“So, you’re in a good position to wait for the right job, not just the first one you find.”
“You think I should hold out for the perfect job? It doesn’t exist.”
“I fuckin’ love my job,” he argued. “Perfect for me. See how that works?”
“Yeah, yeah.”
“Why don’t you start your own business?” he asked. “Make the perfect job.”
“My own consulting firm?”
“Sure,” he said, nodding.
“You have no idea what I do—did—do you?”
“Not a fuckin’ clue,” he said, chuckling. “Somethin’ with numbers?”
“Yeah,” I replied, pulling my feet from his lap so I could move across the couch. I swung one leg over his thighs so I was straddling him. “Something like that.”
“You’re smart as fuck,” he said as I leaned in to kiss him. “I know that much.”
“I’m flattered.”
“Your dad never shuts up about it,” he said against my mouth.
I snorted and then covered my face in horror.
“Do it again,” he ordered, his eyes wide.
“Shut up.”
“Do it.”
“I’m not going to snort again!”
“Maybe not on command,” he said gleefully. “But it’ll happen.”
“Oh my god, would you stop?”
“Just when I least expect it.”
“Sebastian!”
“Make my fuckin’ day.”
“I’m so glad I could make your day by making pig noises,” I said sarcastically, dropping my hand from my face.
That’s when I realized that his hands had been slowly sliding up the inside of my dress and his warm palms were pressed against my bare hips.
“There is no way that turned you on,” I said in disbelief, even though I could feel the proof of his arousal beneath me.
“I’ve been turned on since you got out of the car,” he said with a smile. “You got any objection to me fuckin’ you in this dress?”
“Why the hell do you think I wore it?”
Lifting his hips, he reached into his back pocket and pulled out his wallet, taking out a condom that he set on the arm of the couch. He held my gaze the entire time.
“Pull down the top,” he ordered softly.
“It has a zipper—”
“You’ll manage,” he said confidently, his hands sliding back under my dress.
Reaching up, I pulled the straps off my shoulders and tugged the dress down my torso while his thumbs slid down the creases between my hips and thighs. Eventually his thumbs met in the middle, finding my clit with unerring accuracy.
I shuddered and yanked on the dress until my breasts popped out the top, my nipples tightening as they hit the air.
“Good girl,” he murmured, his thumb sliding softly back and forth over my clit. “Lift up a little.”
Sliding my hands from his shoulders to his hair, I leaned up enough for him to unbutton and unzip his pants. While he put the condom on, I ran my lips across his jaw.
“You shaved,” I whispered, pulling the lobe of his ear between my teeth.
“Like havin’ a beard, like a clean shave, don’t like growin’ that shit out,” he replied, pulling away from my mouth so he could place a wet sucking kiss on my shoulder. “It itches, and I don’t wanna give you razor burn.”
“I don’t mind it.”
“You shouldn’t be sore after I eat your pussy,” he said simply. “Just after I fuck you. Guide me in, baby.”
Reaching down between us, I notched him in and waited.
His eyes flared as he gave me a nod.
My breath hitched as I pressed downward, relishing the stretch as my walls closed in around him. The night before I’d been so far gone that I hadn’t been paying close attention to the fit of us, but I couldn’t ignore it now. I only made it halfway down before I had to pull away and try again. The next time I dropped my hips, Bas’s hands found my breasts. Just as I was about to pull back up again, he pinched them hard and tugged while thrusting upward.
“Fuck,” I moaned as my clit met his pubic bone.
“Better?” he asked, against my throat.
“More,” I ordered.
I rolled my hips as he thrust from beneath me, both of us working in tandem. His fingers pinched and flicked and rubbed my nipples so lightly that I wanted to scream. I kissed his chin. His mouth. His neck. His shoulder.
One of his hands fisted in my hair and tugged until I arched backward enough that he could pull one of my nipples into his mouth. Then the other.
Every inch of me tingled, from my toes to my scalp.
Then he bit down, holding my hips still as he ground against me.
I think I yelled his full name as I came.
I struggled to catch my breath as he kissed me, his tongue sliding against my own as he thrust a few more times and followed me over the edge.