Total pages in book: 21
Estimated words: 19157 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 96(@200wpm)___ 77(@250wpm)___ 64(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 19157 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 96(@200wpm)___ 77(@250wpm)___ 64(@300wpm)
I try to stifle my laughter, “Just winding you up, Em, I know bagels are bread, not pastries. I might be ex-military, but I’m not a neanderthal.”
“Neandertahl is perfectly fine with me, on my terms and in certain situations… situations like last night, for example.” Emily’s eyes sparkle. Her morning torture dwindling fast.
We both smile.
Emily bites into the first chocolate croissant and makes a sound that goes straight to my groin. "Oh my God. Worth it. Almost worth it. I knew I had a strong will to live."
See, this is nothing to her, but watching her eat is its own kind of torture. She takes small, careful bites, closing her eyes with each one, making tiny sounds of pleasure. By the third croissant, I'm thinking about all the other ways I could make her make those sounds.
Walking back to the apartment, she bumps her shoulder against my arm. "Thanks for this. Even though running is still evil, and I will never voluntarily wake up early to punish myself."
"You're welcome. And it feels good to run."
"I only feel good because of the croissants."
"A win is a win."
Emily links her arm through mine, and I realize how much of a touchy person she is. I have zero complaints because I like it. "Is this what you do every morning?"
"Six miles. Same route."
"Six? We did, what, three? And I nearly died."
"Three and a half."
"You're a monster."
In the elevator, her scent fills the small space. Her hair has mostly escaped its ponytail, and a flush still colors her cheeks.
"I need a shower," she says, pulling at her hoodie. "I'm disgusting and sweaty."
Without hesitation, I take her hand. "Come to my place."
"Y-your place?"
"My shower's bigger and we need to conserve water…"
"…by showering together, right? Genius idea."
The elevator dings, and we walk to my door in silence.
Inside my apartment, she looks around, taking in the sparse furnishings. I don't give her time to explore. Taking her hand, I lead her to the bathroom and turn on the shower, letting it heat up.
Emily keeps looking around. "This is your apartment. It's nice. Very ... you. Minimal, but in a good way. Not like empty or anything. What I mean is—"
I kiss her to stop the nervous rambling, only pulling back to tug my shirt over my head. Without taking my eyes off her, I kick off my shoes and pull down my shorts and briefs in one motion, my cock jutting proudly against my stomach.
Emily's gaze zeroes in on my cock, and she whistles. "Oh, boy. You are gifted … everywhere. Okay, wait. My turn."
She takes her shoes and clothes off in record time, and I forget how to breathe.
Her body is all soft curves—full breasts with pale pink nipples, a gentle slope to her stomach, wide hips. Nothing like the hard angles of mine. I saw it last night, but it was dim. In the light of day, she looks like a fucking goddess.
In the shower, the hot water hits us, steam rising around our bodies. The plan was to clean ourselves, but all those decent thoughts fly out the window when Emily loops her arms around my neck, her nipples brushing against my chest.
Jesus Christ. A man can only have so much control.
"Alex..."
My name on her lips sends heat through me, and my self-restraint snaps in half. The need to be inside her is the only thought buzzing around my skull.
I slam my lips against hers as I lift her, wrapping her legs around my waist and backing her against the wall, only breaking the kiss to nip her earlobe. "You wanted to know how it would feel if I fuck you against the wall, right? This is no elevator, but it's a close second."
Without waiting for her reply, I reach my free hand between us, teasing her clit until she sucks my lip between her teeth. Fuck. I loop my arms under her knees and lift her, angling her pussy forward slightly toward me.
The head of my cock nudges her entrance, and I'm so hard I don't even need to guide it.
I slide my cock into her, just the tip, and hiss at how good she feels. My muscles contract as I fight the urge to come right here, right now. The last thing I want is to embarrass myself and disappoint her.
Nope.
Inch by agonizing inch, I push deeper into her inner walls until I'm buried to the hilt, both of us groaning at the feeling. I give her a moment to adjust before I start to move, pulling back and thrusting deep. The position lets me penetrate her deeply, hitting places that make her moan.
"Alex, oh God, Alex..."
Water cascades over us as I thrust harder, one hand gripping her hip, the other braced against the wall for leverage.
Her nails scratch down my back, and I drop my mouth to her neck, sucking hard enough to leave marks. Marks that would take days to fade.