Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 59395 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 297(@200wpm)___ 238(@250wpm)___ 198(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 59395 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 297(@200wpm)___ 238(@250wpm)___ 198(@300wpm)
I lean down and suckle her nipple. Her hands are back in my hair, but I fold her into me, her breasts to my chest, and we’re swaying, wild, fast, and then nice and slow. Our breath mingles together, our lips close, and then we’re kissing again, touching each other, and I swear to God, when I bury my face in her neck, I want to inhale her, and consume all that she is. I roll her to her back and settle on top of her, her legs spread, one lifting to my hip. I catch her knees and pull them to her chest, and thrust into her, and I’m still not deep enough. I shift both of her knees to my chest, cup her backside and curl her into me, rocking with her. She grabs my shoulders, or tries, and her eyes squeeze shut, sounds of pleasure, hers and mine, filling the air.
I can feel the squeeze of her sex around me, feel how close she is to tumbling over the edge. I roll off with her, taking her with me, and us to our sides, pulling her leg to my hip, shifting our bodies until we’re nice and snug. “Good?” I ask softly.
Her fingers curl on my cheek and she says, “Perfect.”
There is no better word for a man inside a woman, and my mouth crashes down on hers, my tongue and cock stroking deep. She presses into me, and I mold her close, urgency building between us again, expanding, and then exploding into release. She trembles in my arms and I quake in response. When we’re done, we collapse into each other. For long seconds that stretch into a full minute, we just lay there, our bodies entwined.
I finally force myself to reach behind me and grab the box of tissues on the nightstand, pulling out tissues and handing them to her. “Thanks,” she says, and then, “I should go to the bathroom.” Just like that, she is rolling off the other side of the bed and grabbing her clothes as she races to the other room. The door shuts with a thud. I sit up and run my hand through my hair. Already she’s regretting this. I stand up, grab my pants and pull them on and then stand outside the door.
I knock. “Bella?”
She opens the door and just as I expect she’s dressed, minus her shoes. “I’ll go,” she says.” I should go to the other room.”
I catch her to me, fold her close, and kiss the hell out of her. Her resistance is short-lived, and she melts into me, kissing the hell out of me right back. “Why are you dressed?” I ask when our lips part. “We aren’t even close to done with each other.”
“I told you, I’m not good at the sex is just sex thing.” Her resistance has returned, her hand pressing weakly against my chest. “I need to go.”
There are reasons why I am a loner, a past I don’t talk about, and history that taught me what is, or at least was, right for me, is to be alone. But I don’t even hesitate when I say, “If this was just sex, Bella, I’d be with the waitress downstairs.”
“Of course, it’s just sex.”
“Come on, baby, we both know—”
“Do you even realize what you’re saying? When we get back—”
“We’ll figure it out.”
“Tyler, I’m your employee and you’re”—she presses her lips together—“captive to what saves the company and people’s jobs. I need to go. It’s what’s right for us both. Let me by, please.”
Now my lips press together and tension knots in my shoulders, but I will not force myself on anyone. I release her. “If that’s what you want, Bella.” I back out of the doorway, and she walks past me and retrieves her boots, pulling them on where she stands before facing me, hands on her hips. Her hair is wild, sexy, well fucked, while she is not. Not yet. “I need the key to the other room,” she states.
“My stuff is in that room Bella. I’ll leave.” I walk past her, and snatch up my shirt, pulling it on. Then fix my pants, and pull on my own boots. When I stand to leave, she’s still where she was, hugging herself, watching me.
I close the distance between me and her and stand in front of her. “You feel as good as you taste. I won’t forget that.” I walk toward the door and pause, rotating to face her. “I can leave, Bella, right now, and go to my room, where you are not or I can stay and we can order pizza and fuck again.”
Her chin dips and she presses her fingers to her forehead before she looks at me and asks, “What kind of pizza, and is there a spanking involved?”