Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 93785 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 469(@200wpm)___ 375(@250wpm)___ 313(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 93785 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 469(@200wpm)___ 375(@250wpm)___ 313(@300wpm)
“So tell me about your art,” I say, hoping I’ve given her enough time to sort herself. Even if she hasn’t, art seems like a safe topic to bring us out of the gloom.
She looks up at me with a soft smile. “Really?”
“Yeah, really. Done any dumpster diving lately?”
“Well … okay.” She sets her burger on her plate and sits taller. “I’m working on the project with the cans that I was telling you about. My kitchen is covered in cut-up aluminum. I’m also in the middle of a project that I never should’ve started.” She makes a face. “I’m trying to recreate a picture from buttons. It’s a pain in the ass.”
I take a drink. “I saw this guy on TV the other day who was remodeling a house. He used pennies to create a border around the edges of his office floor. I wonder if you could do something like that with buttons?”
Her eyes light up.
“They’re not flat like pennies, so that would be a challenge,” I say, wondering how in the hell I’m coming up with this. It’s not like I’ve ever thought about using buttons for anything other than a jacket before this conversation. “Maybe if you built the floor up and left a little channel around the room, it could work.”
“Stop talking dirty to me.”
I laugh, shaking my head at her.
She fans her face. “I’m all hot and bothered now.”
“There’s nothing I can do about that since you gave me your token of appreciation,” I say, slipping my hand into my pocket.
“Good thing we’ve already had a walkthrough of you just dropping me off after a date and not coming in,” she says, deadpan. “Should make things easier tonight.”
I clear my throat, twisting my lips so I don’t give anything away. “Well, I had a proposition for you …”
She narrows her eyes as if she’s not sure if I’m being serious or fucking with her. It doesn’t take long for curiosity to win. As expected.
“I’ll bite,” she says, smirking. “What’s your proposition, Mr. Bennett?”
The lace slides against my skin, slipping between my fingers. Imagining this on her body, touching all the places I want to lick, makes my heart race. My balls are tight. My head, both of them, are ready to explode.
“I can absolutely take you home just like I did last weekend. Or, since you compromised and agreed to no sex,” I say, barely able to keep a straight face. We both know we’re going to fuck. It comes down to who’s willing to give in first, and teasing her is half the fun. “I thought I’d compromise, too.”
She pulls back, her eyes widening. “Oh, really?”
“I mean, no sex,” I say, grinning. “But if there are other things you’d like to do, I’m game.”
She sinks into her chair as she yanks her napkin off her lap. “I really love everything oral.”
Perfect. “Done. We leave here, and you can blow something.”
“Finally.”
CHAPTER
TWENTY-TWO
Gianna
“This is why this thing between us works,” I say, studying the side of Drake’s face. “You know how to compromise. That’s such an elite ability that most people can’t manage, and it’s such a turn-on.”
The corner of his lips flickers with a grin.
With one hand on the steering wheel and the other in his lap, he navigates us through the streets of Nashville. Drake steps on the gas, pulling smoothly into the left lane. The engine roars as the vehicle lurches forward quickly. Powerfully. We overtake the van in the right lane easily before he deftly moves us in front of it.
That’s so hot.
“Do you live far from here?” I ask, imagining his jaw clenched together while he’s coming.
“Not too far.”
“Good.” I sigh in relief that the pent-up sexual frustration that I’ve been carrying for the last week will finally meet its end. “There’s only so much a girl can do with a vibrator, you know? And, if I’m being honest, I’ve gotten off to the idea of your face between my legs just about every night this week.”
Just the thought of it now is enough to make my insides clench.
He looks at me out of the corner of his eye. “You started doing that? I mean, if we’re being honest, I jack myself off to you in the shower every motherfucking day.”
Oh fuck. My lips part, each breath shaking and coming quick. The vision he just planted in my brain—body wet, muscles flexed, his Adam’s apple bobbing while his hand grips his cock and he moans my name, wrecks my libido.
“What do you think about when you’re coming?” I ask. “My ass? My tits? Shooting it down my throat? Because that’s going to happen as soon as this vehicle stops.”
Drake cups his cock, groaning as he tries to rearrange it. “I’ve fucked you every way you can imagine over the last … how long have we worked together?” He takes his eyes off the road long enough to let them sear into mine. “I met you on a Tuesday. You had on a black skirt and a white top with a giant ketchup stain on the front of it.” He chuckles. “I came so hard that night.” He glances at me again, this time with a smirk. “My cock was buried inside you when I got off.”