Total pages in book: 149
Estimated words: 142866 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 714(@200wpm)___ 571(@250wpm)___ 476(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 142866 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 714(@200wpm)___ 571(@250wpm)___ 476(@300wpm)
“I hate to leave early,” a woman drawls. “But I have a flight to catch.”
“No problem,” a man answers. “You have your ticket?”
My hips are flush to Hendrix’s ass, barely a breath separating our bodies as we wait, holding our cries captive. Her pussy spasms around me and I have to move, just little thrusts that make her bite into my hand. Finally the door closes behind the two guests, and Hendrix pushes against me, reaching one hand back to grip the back of my neck.
“Get it, Mav,” she moans. “Shit.”
I pull almost all the way out and then slam inside again. Hendrix pounds her fist lightly against the wall, the movement all the more powerful for its restraint. This is not how I envisioned our first time together—a symphony of muffled cries and suppressed gasps. I wanted to hear her scream my name and see her spread open beneath me. Instead it’s this rushed act that I should have been strong enough to resist, but couldn’t.
Next time I’ll feast on her and she’ll feast on me. I don’t allow myself to think If I get a next time. After this, there’s no way I’ll go the rest of my life without having her again.
“Touch yourself,” I command, knowing how close I am. My slow, steady strokes have dissolved into an erratic, frantic rhythm. I can’t hold out much longer. She reaches between her legs and in a few touches, cries out, tensing and clenching around me. I push in deeper, harder.
“Shit, shit, shit,” I chant, losing all sense of myself for a span of seconds. We could be center stage for all I care.
I pull out just in time to spill into my hand and on her smooth skin, barely resisting the primal urge to smear myself all over her. Bare breasts flattened to the wall, Hendrix tips her head forward. She draws in harsh breaths and her shoulders tremble with the receding wave of our passion. I kiss the curve of her neck and pluck the silk handkerchief from the pocket of my suit to clean us up. I make quick work of it, but she looks over her shoulder and our eyes hold in the intimacy-charged seconds while I set us both to rights.
The first strains of “Happy Birthday” creep under the closed door, snapping us back to the party.
Hendrix turns and pulls away from my touch to gather her discarded clothes.
“I can’t believe I did that.” She clutches the dress and shapewear to her chest, hiding her luscious breasts from me.
“Regrets already?” I ask.
The answer is in her drawn brows and tight jaw and thinned lips, in the panic coloring her eyes. But I hope she won’t say it because the only thing I regret is that we didn’t have a bed.
“We can’t do this,” she says succinctly, stepping into the shapewear and wrenching the dress in place. “This was a mistake.”
Her refusal stings. At this stage of my life, I’m not used to being turned down, to not getting what I want; but that’s not what scrapes across my nerves. It’s that we both want this and neither of us is getting what we desire because Zere might not want us to?
“We are adults,” I tell her, struggling to tamp down my impatience.
“And as an adult,” she replies, twisting one arm behind her to reach the zipper, “I’m saying this can’t happen again.”
“Let me,” I grit out and turn her gently by the shoulder until her back is to me. I force myself to pull it up and tug the dress into place. She moves to step away, but I link my arm around her waist and hold her to me. She stiffens, but after a moment, sinks her back into my chest with a sigh. I caress her arm, dragging my touch down the smooth skin until I reach her hand and thread our fingers together. Her head drops back to my shoulder, and she flicks a sideways glance up to meet mine.
“You feel guilty about what we did, but do you know what’s happening when this party’s over?” I ask. “Zere’s gonna be getting hers with Charles, not thinking about me, and my ass’ll be at home in bed by myself jerking off and thinking about these.”
I slide my hands from her waist to cup her breasts. My mouth waters again and I draw a sharp breath through my nose. Her nipples tighten and go hard under my stroking fingertips.
“Mav,” Hendrix whispers.
“And will you be back at your hotel thinking about me? Thinking about how good we are together?” I kiss behind her ear and whisper. “Not just the sex, Hendrix, but how good we would be together.”
A forced-air breath whooshes across her lips. “Zere is not even fifty feet away and we fucked at her birthday party.”