Total pages in book: 173
Estimated words: 163802 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 819(@200wpm)___ 655(@250wpm)___ 546(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 163802 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 819(@200wpm)___ 655(@250wpm)___ 546(@300wpm)
“No, this is why I’m going to fuck you so hard, ten years of messing with me will become the best idea you ever had!”
“Wha—” That was all I had a chance to get out before strong, rough, calloused hands flipped me around and put me on my face.
Holding me down, Micah had my cheek on the porcelain and my ass in the air while I was still blinking the running water out of my eyes. A vague thought about condoms entered my mind, and then he was in, sinking so deep inside of me—a low, rumbling purr whispered through my lips, and he didn’t give me a chance to breathe it back in.
Pulling out to the tip, Micah slammed back in—nailing that spot with scary precision.
My lower belly contracted in exquisite pain, squirting hot, slick juices from my core that coated his dick—telling him more, more, and more without a word needed from me.
The mouthy asshole set a brutal pace, pounding my hole with the promise of making me regret—or be thankful for—the ten years he went without my blowjobs.
Wouldn’t have happened if you didn’t go on a date with the wrong twin, asshole! I shouted in my mind, but with my mouth, I cried, “Fuck, yes, Micah! Right there! Harder! Ugh argh!” I screamed, devolving into unintelligible nonsense.
Everywhere he touched sent shockwaves through my body—warming me, chilling me, exciting me, and frightening me all at the same time. Like tumbling out of an airplane with nothing but an oversized nylon bag strapped to my back—every second of being in that steamy bath with him felt dangerous, thrilling, and addictive.
How could I give Micah up? How could I give them all up? This wasn’t a failing marriage. It was a new relationship, and it was already off to an excellent start on the sexual compatibility front.
I bucked as he pumped, catching every one of his thrusts in perfect rhythm. My eyes were swimming. My moans gurgled through bathwater. My body was quivering down to the bones. I felt alive for the first time in my life, and never was I more thankful to be than when I walked away from the crash that almost killed me.
After shitting on me for nearly three decades, Hera finally rewarded my struggle with the third star of all of my naughty dreams—Micah Spencer.
He hit that spot and we both exploded, our cries mingling with the foggy air as pleasure and pain ripped through our bodies.
Micah collapsed on top of me, shielding me from the spray, but somehow filling me with more warmth and comfort. Just his skin on mine was enough to—
“Damn, that side piece has been teaching you a thing or three, baby. Are you sure he’s not a hooker?”
My foot snapped up, wapping him on the ass. “Are you sure you don’t want to look into getting that tongue surgically removed!”
Micah laughed unrepentantly. “I’m very sure about that, but the good news for you is, two orgasms earned you two days of me not bringing up your mister mistress—”
“Doesn’t exist!”
“—but...” His grin filled my vision. “How about we go for a third?”
I gaped at him. Micah was still raring to go after blasting off twice? Daniel was always snoring five minutes after the first one, and here this guy was springing off for round three. Just what kind of delicious sex demon was I dealing with here? “That could be...” I roughly cleared my throat, teasing my voice to come back. “I mean... we did have a deal... after all.”
His grin softened. Closing the distance, he kissed me. Not rough or punishing, but a slow, sweet kiss that both calmed my racing heart, and sped up my pulse. “Why are you so adorable? When did you get this cute?”
I might’ve said something, but my mind was squealing too loud to hear the words I needed to say.
Suddenly, Micah flipped me up and plopped me on his lap. Words didn’t seem so necessary after all.
Chapter Eleven
“After we finally crawled out of the shower, I tried again to get him to record his consent, but he just kept laughing at me—saying he was starting to dig my new awkward-freak seduction play— And you can stop laughing at me too!”
Courtney howled, not sparing me a second’s worth of sympathy.
The two of us were at the park, watching Taylor play with a couple of her friends from school. It was a half day for the kindergarteners, so a few of the parents decided to enjoy lunch at the park with their kids. And the strange, moaning weirdo who couldn’t stop complaining about having hot sex with the man of her dreams—according to Courtney.
“Seriously, babe, it’s not a big deal.” Courtney flittered around the picnic table, setting out her buffet of baked goodies. “It’s not like you did it with a married man. That contract breaks when the death does them part.”