Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 73302 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 367(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73302 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 367(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
And fuck if it wasn’t even better. His lips parted, and he let me fuck him with my tongue. He tasted warm, minty, delicious. He grabbed my ass, pulling me into him, and I felt his cock against mine. He was as hard as I was.
“Is this why you really came after me?” I asked. “You couldn’t wait any longer? You’ve been ready to fuck me since the moment you walked into my office.”
He laughed. “Like you haven’t been salivating over me. I saw the way you watched me, the way your eyes focused on my lips.”
I wrapped a hand around his throat and squeezed. All he did was groan. “Goddamn, why are you so fucking hot?”
He laughed, then circled my wrist with his hand.
“Admit it. You’re desperate for me.”
“Never.” He gasped out the word as I choked him, and then he gripped my chin, squeezing hard, tilting my head up, and I eased my grip on him. “You want to submit to me. I can feel it.”
“I can play the submissive bottom, but sometimes I need to be in charge.”
“Do you? I think that’s bullshit. You were born to be dominated. You’re begging for it.”
I’d enjoyed taking charge in the past, but I’ve never been with anyone who really understood I needed to be taken roughly, put on my knees, humiliated. Who was I going to trust to do that? It shouldn’t be the nameless undercover agent I should’ve banned from my casino the first time I saw him, but I wasn’t sure I could say no to him.
“You’ve been fantasizing about this,” G said, his mouth right by my ear. When he sank his teeth into the lobe, I groaned and leaned into him, making it clear I wanted more.
He used his teeth on my neck, nibbling his way down to my collarbone, then biting into my shoulder muscle hard.
“Fuck yes,” I cried.
“You like that? You like to hurt?”
I shoved at his chest, trying to push him away, but he laughed and pinned me against the wall. If I fought him, I could get free. I might break his arm, but he’d deserve it. What right did he have to hold me down? But I didn’t fight because my fucking filthy self loved his attempt at control.
“It’s okay to admit what you want,” he said. “This isn’t about the case or who you are or who I am. This is just about us.”
“Which is exactly what you would say if you intended to fuck me, then torture me to extract secrets about my family.”
“So in your postorgasmic haze, you’d let me tie you up and torment you. You wouldn’t fight me?”
“Of course I’d fucking fight you, but…” I wasn’t even sure what I was saying anymore.
He grinned down at me. “This is your last chance to say no.”
“Are you challenging me? You think I can’t take what you want to give me?”
“Maybe.”
“Fuck that. I can handle anything you want to do.”
“Then get on your knees.”
He glared at me like he hated me. That should not turn me on. Everyone loved me. I knew exactly how to charm them. It was easy, and I always got what I wanted. Or at least I pretended I did. Maybe G was the only one who really knew my secret cravings.
“Kneel, Rafael.”
I dropped to my knees, unable to deny him what he wanted. I hated the self-satisfied smile on his face when I hit the floor, but I reached for the fastenings of his pants anyway. I was going to do this, and I was going to fucking love it, but no way in hell would I be completely passive. I didn’t have that in me.
I popped the button and lowered the zipper. Zach kept his expression neutral, but I felt him shudder when I reached my hand into his boxers and brushed my fingers against his cock.
“You like that?”
He shrugged. “Maybe.”
“Fuck you.” No way would I let him play unaffected like that. I fisted his cock tightly and gave him a long, slow stroke. I could feel the tension in him. He was fighting to hold still. I pushed his boxers down more and ran my tongue up the underside of his shaft. He sucked in his breath, and I smiled. “You do like it.”
“I fantasized about this the other night.”
“Of course you did.” I’d known he wanted me as badly as I’d wanted him.
I didn’t think he’d confess anything else, but he kept talking as I dipped my tongue in his slit and tasted his precum. “I imagined you on your knees, lips stretched around me, choking on my cock.”
“Fuck.” I wasn’t sure I could take this as slowly as I’d planned.
“You like that?”
“Yeah.” I couldn’t lie, even though I hated how satisfied he sounded.
“Open your mouth. Suck me like the slut you are.”