Total pages in book: 98
Estimated words: 92334 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 462(@200wpm)___ 369(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92334 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 462(@200wpm)___ 369(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
“Tell me about your day,” she murmurs eventually. “You mentioned it was rough?”
I sigh, thinking of Julian’s competing line and his move to try to get a hold of my case with Claire’s designs.
“Just the usual corporate politics and egos.”
She shifts to look at me, her expression serious. “You don’t have to downplay it, you know. I want to hear about your struggles too.”
Her words surprise me. I’m so used to being the one in control, the one who listens and solves problems. The honesty in her eyes makes me want to tell her everything, but I can’t risk it. Not with Julian still on my mind.
“There’s a competitor of Midnight Frost rushing to market,” I admit, keeping it vague. “It’s annoying but nothing major . . . yet. But it’s why we need to stay focused and on deadline. There’s no wiggle room and that New Year’s deadline is a must.”
Sloane nods, her brow furrowing in concentration. I can see her mind working, probably already thinking of solutions. It’s one of the things I love about her—that brilliant mind never stops.
“But that’s the last thing I want to talk about right now,” I say, repositioning her body so I can get a better look at her face. With her this close, work is the furthest thing from my mind.
“Oh yeah?” Her smile turns playful. “What would you like to talk about?”
I trace my fingers along her jawline, savoring the softness of her skin. “I’d much rather talk about how my cock feels buried inside of you.”
Sloane’s breath catches, her eyes widening slightly at my bold words. A flush creeps up her neck, but she doesn’t look away.
“That’s quite a change of subject,” she murmurs, her voice low and husky. She swallows, her gaze dropping to my lips for a brief moment before meeting my eyes again.
My hand moves to her thigh, slowly tracing patterns on the fabric of her dress.
Sloane sucks in a breath, her pupils dilating. “Here? On the rooftop? The camera . . .”
I lean in close, my lips brushing her ear. “I told you, the cameras are only for security. No one’s watching.” My hand slides higher up her thigh, bunching the fabric of her dress. “Unless you want them to be.”
Sloane’s breath hitches. “Cole . . .” Her tone is a mix of warning and desire.
“Shhh,” I murmur, nipping gently at her earlobe.
“We shouldn’t,” she whispers, even as she spreads her legs wider, granting me better access. “We’re out in the open. Outside.”
“We absolutely should,” I counter, sliding her panties to the side. I trace her slick folds, reveling in how wet she already is. “God, you’re perfect.”
I slip a finger inside her, and she gasps, her hips bucking up to meet my hand. “Cole,” she moans, her head falling back. “I’m still sore from last night.”
Hearing those words hardens my cock even more, if possible. “I think you like the pain.” I add a second finger, stretching her more. “You like the sting.”
Sloane’s eyes flutter closed as she arches into my touch. “Maybe,” she breathes. Her hands grip my shoulders, nails digging in slightly.
In one swift motion, I lift her onto my lap, her legs straddling me. My fingers never leave her as I use my free hand to undo my pants, freeing my aching cock.
With a soft moan, Sloane lifts herself up and slowly sinks down onto my cock. We both gasp at the sensation—her tight heat enveloping me, stretching to accommodate my size.
“Fuck,” I groan, gripping her hips. “Your pussy is so fucking tight.”
Sloane starts to move, riding me with slow, deliberate motions. Her dress has ridden up around her waist, and I push it higher, exposing her breasts to the cool night air. I take one hardened nipple into my mouth, sucking and teasing with my tongue.
Her head falls back as she moans, her rhythm becoming faster and more desperate. I can feel her getting closer, her muscles tensing around me. I slide my fingers back to her clit, rubbing slow circles that make her gasp and writhe on top of me.
“Cole, I’m close,” she pants, her fingers digging into my shoulders. “Don’t stop.”
As if I would.
I increase the pressure on her clit, my other hand gripping her hip to help guide her movements. She’s so wet, so hot, and she feels incredible wrapped around me. I can feel my own release building, my balls tightening as I fight to hold back just a little longer.
Sloane’s movements become erratic, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She’s right on the edge, and I can’t wait any longer. I thrust up into her, hard and deep, and she comes apart with a cry. Her pussy clenches around me as she rides out her orgasm.
The sight of her like this, completely lost in pleasure, is too much for me. With a low growl, I let go, my own release crashing through me like a wave. I buck up into her, again and again, until I’m spent and collapsing back onto the blanket, taking Sloane with me.