Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 92397 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 462(@200wpm)___ 370(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92397 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 462(@200wpm)___ 370(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
Of course you wanna do more than kiss her. You wanna eat her pussy ’til she squirms. Pinch her nipples until they’re puckered tight. Slide into her slick, tight cunt. But to actually do any of that—
“Ash…” Her shaky whisper made him realize he had closed his eyes and gotten stuck in his own head.
He was his own worst enemy.
Fuckin’ motherfucker! He had wanted to avoid hurting her, but seeing it in her face made him realize it was too late.
“It wasn’t a fluke, was it?”
“Told you it wasn’t. But we always want what we can’t have,” he answered.
“No one said you can’t have what you want. But you’re the one stopping me from getting what I want.”
“Lyric,” he warned. “Playin’ with fuckin’ fire here.”
The hurt filling her face suddenly disappeared and was replaced with determination.
And that scared the fuck out of him.
Especially after she locked eyes with him as she said slowly, “Let it burn.”
Holy fuck! This woman!
“Ain’t gonna hold shit against me, right?” Because women tended to do that. And they never fucking forgot, either. They could dig up shit from five years ago. Something long forgotten.
Yeah, they tended to cling to grudges as tightly as they did their purse while walking through a bad neighborhood at night.
“I’ll take responsibility for my decision,” she assured him, like it was really that simple.
“You say that now…”
“You’d never hurt me on purpose.”
While that was true… “That don’t mean you won’t get hurt.”
“I’m okay with that risk. I wouldn’t have come here this morning if I wasn’t.”
Fuck! He closed his eyes again because the pleading in hers was too much to resist.
This would come back to bite him in the ass. He just fucking knew it.
His dick had gotten hard from just a goddamn kiss. He might not be able to control himself if she let him go unchecked.
And she had no idea how dangerous that could be.
She went up on her toes, bringing their mouths closer together. “Kiss me.”
“This time it ain’t gonna be just a kiss,” he warned.
“No risk. No reward,” she whispered, lightly drawing her short nails across his bare chest.
For fuck’s sake. She was trying to make him lose his goddamn mind, wasn’t she?
Her words echoed through his mind again. No risk. No reward.
Fuck me. He wasn’t lying when he said she was playing with fire because he was burning hot right now.
His dick flexed in his jeans when she flicked his nipple.
Lyric would be his downfall.
If they did this, they’d never be the same again. Things between them would change whether they wanted them to or not.
But, of course, none of those worries stopped him from once again dropping his head and capturing her mouth.
She tasted so damn good. He probably tasted like shit and stunk like a cheap whore. She had woken him up before he had a chance to shower or brush his teeth.
Except she hadn’t pushed him away yet. In fact, she wrapped her arms around his neck and used one hand against the back of his head to keep their lips connected.
Could his dick get any harder? Luckily, it was trapped at a crooked angle in his unfastened jeans, otherwise his one-eyed monster would be peeking its head out.
She wanted this. He should give Lyric what she wanted.
She came to him.
She insisted he kiss her.
She said she’d keep it secret.
No risk, no reward was exactly what she’d said.
She was an adult. She managed a successful business. She was capable of making her own decisions.
And she knew him. Better than most.
Yeah, this might be fucking stupid, but he’d never claimed to be smart, especially when his dick was hard.
Hooking his arms under her ass, he hauled her off her feet and crushed her against him while deepening the kiss and conquering her mouth like a Viking invading a village.
From there on out, it would be up to her to stop him. To tell him no. To tell him he was too much.
That was one reason he rarely fucked randoms. He didn’t want to deal with any kind of accusations. True or not.
But this was Lyric. Someone he never thought he’d have because of them being opposites. She’s always had a calm aura around her like her father.
Unlike him.
He’d never seen her get so angry that she got into a fight or a shouting match, or even made a scene. Unlike some of their other mouthy club sisters who were always spoiling for a fight or ready to butt heads at the drop of a fucking hat.
Lyric handled things quietly. Unlike him.
She extracted herself from bad situations while he aggressively dealt with that shit head on.
The woman was in no way weak, but she had a quiet strength about her. She thought things through first instead of popping off.
Yeah, she really was her father’s daughter.