Total pages in book: 110
Estimated words: 106774 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 534(@200wpm)___ 427(@250wpm)___ 356(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 106774 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 534(@200wpm)___ 427(@250wpm)___ 356(@300wpm)
“You,” she says, leaping into my arms. “You’re tricky.”
I pick her up as she wraps her legs around my waist. “You’re gorgeous.”
“Thanks to you.” She dangles her arms off my shoulders and kisses me lazily. “Today was such a nice surprise. Thank you.”
“You mentioned never having a massage the other night, so I thought you needed one.” I kiss her again. “Because when I give them to you, I always wind up naked and we forget about the massage.”
She giggles.
“You enjoyed it then?” I ask.
“Oh, my gosh. I loved it. Like, loved it. I fell asleep twice, which was crazy. I feel like a brand-new person.”
“Good,” I say, sitting her on the counter. “Because I bought three day passes for you and your friends to go this weekend. Gianna said she and Audrey were available, so I thought it would be fun for you to have a girl’s day.”
She smacks my shoulder. “You did not.”
I nod, grinning at how happy she looks.
“You don’t have to do this, you know. Spas are so expensive.”
“I’m going to spoil the shit out of you,” I say, planting kisses across her jaw and down her throat. “You’ve entered your spoiled era.”
She giggles again, turning her head to give me more access. “God, that feels good.”
“Dinner is being delivered in about an hour,” I say, nibbling on her earlobe. “Do you want to take a walk or something?”
“Just because I said I missed my walking pad while I work doesn’t mean I want to take walks with you.” She pulls away and grins mischievously. “But I love that you listen.”
“Want to tell me anything else?”
She takes my hand and scoots to the edge of the counter. Her legs spread wide.
I swallow, my body temperature rising as she lowers my hand in between her thighs.
“Yes, Mr. Adler, I would,” she says, guiding my fingers through her slit. She’s hot and wet and so fucking soft. “I’d like you to know how much I’d love to be on my hands and knees while you pound me from behind.” She leans back, pushing my fingers into her. “I’ve thought about you all afternoon.”
“I can tell.”
She bats her lashes as I sink another finger into her, twisting them to hit the spot she loves so much. Instantly, she moans.
“I had to jack off in the shower after work,” I say, rubbing her clit.
She sucks in a hasty breath. “What did you think about?”
“Your mouth sucking me off, and how your pussy clenches around my cock just before it explodes.”
“If you keep doing that,” she says, groaning, “I’ll explode on your hand.”
I pull one strap of her dress down, and then the other. The fabric pools at her waist. I lift one of her tits out of her bra, appreciating how it hangs over the edge in the most perfect teardrop.
As soon as my mouth hits her nipple, her moan grows louder. Every octave it rises, so does my cock.
Her hips flex, grinding against my hand as I work my fingers into her.
“Do you want to fuck my fingers?” I ask, supporting her back with my free hand. “Grind on me. Use me to make yourself feel good.”
“I’d rather it be your cock,” she says, her eyes fluttering shut.
I flick her nipple with my tongue. “It will be. But I want to watch my lady come right here.”
Her legs begin to shake, and she reaches for my shoulders to brace herself.
“Damn it, Gray,” she says through clenched teeth, her nails digging into my skin. “Fuck!”
“You’re so beautiful,” I say, whispering in her ear. “It makes me so hard watching you get off like this. You have no idea how perfect you are.”
Taking her cues, I ease my motions and let her fall gently back to reality. She sags against me, blowing her hair out of her face.
“That was so good,” she says, wincing as I remove my hand from her thighs.
“Do you still want fucked doggy style?”
She licks her lips, her eyes darkening. “Blow job or doggy style. Your turn to pick.”
“If you think I’ll ever pick anything over your pussy, you’re wrong.”
She laughs as I toss her over my shoulder and carry her into the bedroom.
Someday, she’ll learn that she’ll always get what she wants from me. And, until then, I’ll have fun proving it.
Guess I got the pleasure out of knowing her, after all.
CHAPTER
THIRTY-THREE
Astrid
What a week.
I knock on Renn’s door, balancing my bag on my shoulder. I’ve run around this morning like a chicken with my head cut off. Renn’s mom, Rory, is in town and needed help with a few things and I offered my services. I always jump in if any of the Brewer’s need assistance—except Tate, if I can help it—and Rory’s errands weren’t hard. Just time consuming.
But it’s Friday. And I’m in love.
Gray and I haven’t said that we love each other, but ever since he returned from seeing Liza a few weeks ago, I know it’s true. I can feel it. We’ve had many talks about our past and he’s been an open book in the best way. He’s taken me back to Sugar Creek to visit his family and friends and showed me around the little town and all his childhood haunts. We keep saying that we’re taking things slow, but I don’t know what that means anymore. I can’t think of the last night I spent alone.