Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 79328 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 397(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79328 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 397(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
Then she broke the kiss. There was a wicked gleam in her eyes as she pressed her palm flat against my chest and pushed me back against the shower wall. The cool tile was a shock against my heated skin, but I didn’t care, because Raina was kissing her way down my body.
Down my chest. My stomach. Lower.
I knew where this was heading. And I was dying for it.
She settled onto her knees, water streaming over her shoulders, and looked up at me through her lashes. Her lips parted. Her tongue darted out to wet them.
And then she took me into her mouth.
“Fuck.”
I watched my cock slide past her lips, watched her cheeks hollow as she sucked, and the visual alone nearly finished me. Her tongue swirled around the head, tracing the sensitive ridges along my shaft before she took me deeper.
“Raina…” Her name was a groan, a prayer. I slid my fingers into her wet hair, not guiding, just anchoring myself as the pleasure built.
She worked me with seductive skill, her mouth hot and tight as she sucked, her fingers gripping the base of my shaft as her hand slid up and down my shaft. She found a rhythm that had my hips jerking involuntarily, and my breathing coming in ragged gasps.
It didn’t take long before I was on the edge.
“Stop,” I managed, the word strangled. “You need to stop or I’m going to—”
She didn’t stop. Her eyes met mine, defiant and knowing, and she took me even deeper, her throat constricting around the head of my cock as she swallowed.
I couldn’t hold back. The orgasm crashed through me like a tidal wave, ripping a guttural groan from my chest. I came hard, spilling into her mouth, and she took everything I gave her without hesitation. She kept sucking until I was completely spent, my legs shaking and threatening to give out beneath me.
Only then did she release me, pressing a soft kiss to my hip before rising to her feet, a satisfied smile on her lips.
I stared at her through the steam, my chest heaving, my mind still reeling from the intensity of what had just happened.
This woman was going to be the death of me.
And I was perfectly okay with that.
I pulled her against me, wrapping my arms around her as the water continued to rain down on us. She fit perfectly, her head tucked beneath my chin, her body soft and warm against mine.
But we weren’t done. Not by a long shot. I had plans for her tonight. Plans that involved that king-sized bed, my mouth between her thighs, and making her come so many times she forgot her own name.
This was just the beginning.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
Raina
There was a definite spring in my step as Simon and I walked into the restaurant the following morning, our fingers intertwined. I knew I was smiling—probably glowing, too—and I didn’t care who noticed. My body still hummed with the aftereffects of last night, and this morning, when Simon had woken me with his mouth trailing down my stomach and his hands parting my thighs…
Multiple orgasms, I thought, smothering a grin. That’s the technical term for why I look like this.
As lazy and content as I’d felt curled up against Simon’s warm body, neither of us had forgotten why we were here. We still had business to attend to, and limited time to make an impression on Alexander. Showing up late, or not at all, would have reflected poorly on Simon and the firm, so we’d eventually dragged ourselves out of bed, showered—no distractions this time, despite the temptation—gotten dressed, and headed downstairs.
But God, part of me wished we could have stayed tangled in those sheets, and each other, all day.
Two seats had been left empty for us at the large table, and Simon guided me into one before settling beside me, his arm draping casually over the back of my chair. The gesture felt possessive in the best way, a quiet claim that sent warmth spreading through my chest.
Breakfast was a more relaxed affair than last night’s dinner. The formal atmosphere had given way to something easier and more intimate this morning. No one seemed in a hurry to leave once their plates were cleared, lingering over coffee and conversation as morning sunlight streamed through the windows.
Throughout the meal, Simon kept touching me. A hand resting on my knee beneath the table. His thigh pressed against mine. None of it was overtly sexual, nothing that would raise eyebrows in polite company, but every point of contact felt electric and intimate. A secret language only we understood, and my heart seemed to skip each time.
I ordered a stack of pancakes and bacon, ravenous after last night’s activities, and Simon had the same. As we ate, I fell into easy conversation with Brenda about her daughters, her grandchildren, the early days of building Neptune’s Kingdom from the ground up. She was warm and engaging, and I found myself genuinely enjoying her company rather than simply performing for Alexander’s benefit.