Total pages in book: 132
Estimated words: 135300 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 677(@200wpm)___ 541(@250wpm)___ 451(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 135300 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 677(@200wpm)___ 541(@250wpm)___ 451(@300wpm)
A flashback of her little hand on my cock in the hot tub and then upstairs, later replaced with her mouth, zings through me like an arrow.
The way she wrapped her legs around me and held on for dear life.
The tiny sounds she made when she bit me, sinking her teeth into my shoulder, begging me to hurl my seed deep.
Never did I think I’d have my first hookup after the divorce unprotected.
Goddamn, Margot Blackthorn must’ve driven me insane. The only explanation.
Still, after we were sated, there was no way I could send her back to her room.
“Well, let’s hear it,” she whispers softly, still not looking at me. “How much do you regret last night?”
“Regret?”
“Scale of one to ten. Please don’t say eleven.” She holds up her crossed fingers with a pleading look.
Shit.
“How’s this?”
I roll her over until she’s under me.
Her blue eyes flare when she feels my cock.
Yes, I’m hard already, and she shifts against me.
Eager. Ready. Aching to be reclaimed.
I fucking love how obsessed she is, even if the shared addiction worries me.
“Kane—”
“Woman, stop. Let me give you your answer. Does this look like regret to you? Does this feel like I have the faintest second thought?” I kiss her deeply, pressing my hard-on against her belly.
She meets me halfway with a languid moan, wrapping her arms around my neck.
“Oh. Oh, thank God!” she hisses against my mouth. “I was afraid you’d wake up and tell me we made a huge mistake. You know, just like the kiss.”
That would be the sensible thing, yes.
But my senses turn to ash when I feel her tongue flick over my bottom lip and the way her legs open to welcome me.
“That would be the rational, adult move,” I say.
“But we’re not doing it.”
“No. Frankly, I’m too crazy for that grown-up levelheaded shit. I’m stuck thinking about all the ways I need to touch you,” I say.
It doesn’t feel real, even when she’s under my skin.
“You’re in luck. I need to be touched.” She arches against me, her breasts flush against my chest.
“See, what idiot could resist that invitation?” I bite her lip until she gasps.
Fuck, she’s so soft, so eager.
I knew that already—knew she’d be the perfect mix of toned and feminine cloud—her belly soft and her perfect tits spilling out of my hands, nipples ready to be smothered with my tongue.
“Fuck, duchess.”
“That’s the plan,” she whispers, and I laugh.
Then my dick slides between the slick folds of her pussy without an ounce of humor.
For a second, neither of us speaks.
I’m too busy trying to hold back my inner bull, and her hands are on my arms, gripping so tightly.
“I’m sorry I didn’t leave last night.”
“No way.” I silence her with a kiss. “No damn way am I letting you sleep in your own room after this.”
“…if you do that, we won’t sleep at all. And the kids might find out.”
“If it happens, it happens.” I crane my neck down, sucking one of those greedy nipples into my mouth. The way she arches and moans makes my dick jerk. “Quiet,” I whisper, watching as she pushes the back of her fist into her mouth, eyes fluttering shut.
I’ve never been so glad this house has such thick walls and old wooden doors. Just enough sound barrier between our revelry and prying little ears.
I grind against her again, half-mad to be inside her.
It’s like I’ve reverted to eighteen again.
This must be the fourth time I’m about to fuck her in under ten hours, and my dick is a steel pipe.
Maybe all the months of stress and nothing but my hand under a cold shower left me that deprived.
Or maybe it’s just the black magic spell Margot Blackthorn has me under.
“You feel so fucking good,” I rasp.
“I hope so.” She tilts her hips, giving me a sly, desperate look I can’t possibly deny.
Enough.
My cock pushes into her desperate little cunt.
And my whole body tenses with pleasure, loving how her eyes go wide with delight.
“How are you this tight? You kill me,” I grind out, giving a long, slow thrust to open her up.
I love how we have to work to make her little pussy accommodate my size.
Almost as much as I love her grip, the way she wrings me out, pulling every drop of come from my balls.
Her head falls back in the pillows, her hair a splash of haloed sunshine.
“Right there!” she breathes, urging me on.
“Yeah? You like being fucked this hard? You like coming on this cock?” I roll her nipple between my fingers until she clenches, so good and tight I see stars.
“Yes!”
My hips roll, working faster and deeper.
My pubic bone hits her clit, pushing her on to the sweetest apocalypse.
Growling, I grab her chin and tilt her face up until she gives me those sapphire blue eyes.
“Tell me what you want, baby, and you’ll get it. You’ll take it, good girl, real sweet for me. I know you’ll be so fucking good for this cock.”