Total pages in book: 21
Estimated words: 19358 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 97(@200wpm)___ 77(@250wpm)___ 65(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 19358 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 97(@200wpm)___ 77(@250wpm)___ 65(@300wpm)
My chest squeezed with the need to please him. To make him feel good.
To make him happy.
I moved up over him and bent his knees to his shoulders before lining my cock up with his perfect hole. “So good for me,” I murmured as he looked at me with wide, lust-dark eyes and those goddamned ruddy cheeks.
When I slid inside his body, Hon’s eyes widened even more. The surprise I saw in them must have mirrored mine because holy fuck.
This.
This was where I was supposed to be. Here. Now. Inside this man. How in the world did it feel this good? I’d had sex before, many times. I’d felt that euphoria of incredible, record-book sex before.
But not like this.
My eyes stayed locked on his as I moved deeper inside of him, murmuring reassurances mixed with appreciation, disbelief, pleas for him to let me stay like this inside him as long as possible.
What followed was an insane mix of reverence, debauchery, joy, and bone-deep revelation.
Right guy, wrong time, my brain screamed. I did not have time for something more than this. Something real and true. Something with feelings and hooks, anchors and picket fences.
No, I begged myself through gritted teeth. Not now.
Not yet.
7
HONOVI
When I woke up the next morning in Xavier’s bed, I felt the hot flush of embarrassment. This wasn’t supposed to be a “stay-the-night” situation. It was supposed to be a “get-the-hell-out-before-the-cum-dries” situation.
But god, was it “stay-the-night” worthy. Xavier Rhodes had given me the best sex of my life.
Not that I would ever tell him that.
As I turned to face him, I realized his side of the bed was empty. It took me only a few moments to find a neat pile of my clothes on the chair next to the bed. On the top was a sticky note.
Early surgery. Make yourself at home. Stop by unexpectedly anytime ;-)
I stared at it, trying to figure out what the last sentence meant. Was he joking? Was the winky face a subtle implication I shouldn’t have stopped by without warning?
After remembering the look on his face as he held himself over me and thrust inside me over and over the first time he fucked me last night, his face flushed and eyes wild, I reminded myself he was definitely not bothered by me turning up unexpectedly.
Or… he was bothered, but only in the very best definition of the word.
The second time, when he’d woken me up with a sleepily murmured, “Let me have you,” I’d grunted my agreement and felt him move over my back and press inside me again, pushing my face deeper into the soft sheets until his arms came around me and his lips moved by my ear. “Fuck, you feel so good,” he’d breathed over and over until we’d both come again.
I blinked the dreamy memory away and forced myself to wake up.
It was still mostly dark outside, so I quickly dressed and locked his door before pulling it closed behind me. I bolted to my car and slunk home. Doing the walk of shame in tiny Hobie could be disastrous, so I didn’t release my held breath until I was home in my own shower with the hot spray beating down on me.
I wished Xavier had woken me up before he’d left. But it was for the best he hadn’t. I might have wanted more of what we’d gotten up to last night, and nothing good could come of that.
My policy of avoiding hookups in Hobie was just good sense. My potential client pool was small enough as it was without me wading into it with my dick out.
I stepped out of the shower and dried myself off. Well, I couldn’t say I hadn’t been satisfied last night. Enough to tide me over until my next trip out of town. Check. Done. Tank successfully topped up.
No need to think about it for a while.
Throughout the following week, I didn’t think about Xavier. I didn’t think about him when I went through security at the courthouse the next day and didn’t see him there. I didn’t think about him when I had to pull over for an ambulance racing to the hospital a few days later. I didn’t think about him when I ordered a glass of white wine at happy hour the following weekend with my attorney friend Dan.
“Erin made me promise I’d ask you again about letting us set you up with her brother.”
I blinked up at Dan from where I’d been staring at the wine in my glass. “Dan, we’ve talked about this. I’m off setups for a while after the last one.”
“Okay, but that wasn’t us. And I don’t think it’s fair to judge all setups just because you had one bad experience.”
I barked out a laugh. “One bad experience.”
Dan grinned. “C’mon. At least Elliott was good at basketball.”