Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 94546 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 473(@200wpm)___ 378(@250wpm)___ 315(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94546 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 473(@200wpm)___ 378(@250wpm)___ 315(@300wpm)
She’s staring at my crotch.
“Now my fly is undone,” I murmur, incapable of not reminding her I didn’t miss her gawk at my crotch earlier today.
“Uh-huh,” she half murmurs and half whimpers before she answers the numerous pleas beaming from her hooded gaze. She races my way, reaching me in barely a second, then she slings her arms around my neck and reacquaints our lips. As she kisses me to the point my dick is aching, her hand slithers down the bumps in my midsection. “And I very much look forward to hearing how you explain the buckles in its metal teeth to your tailor the next time you see him,” she whispers into my ear a second before she slips her hand under my briefs and curls it around my rock-hard shaft.
Her brazenness turns me on even more, and before I realize we’re walking, I’m carrying her through her apartment like I’m intimate with the floorplan. We kiss and tear at each other’s clothing along the way, leaving a trail of destruction in our wake.
“Left,” Octavia murmurs breathlessly when our short walk down a tight corridor ends with two doors on each side.
By the time we enter her room, my wallet is flopped open on the floor, my pants are huddled around my shoes, and Octavia’s long-sleeve shirt is over her head and halfway up her arms.
When we fall onto her bed with a breathy moan, I wedge a knee between her legs to stop them from closing before using her stuck shirt to my advantage.
“Oh, God,” Octavia murmurs under her breath when I double her clothes’ restrictiveness by tying her shirt’s sleeves together and knotting them at her wrists. “You were having the same dirty thoughts as me in the dressing room.”
With a smirk that exposes my answer, I scoot her up the bed until I can restrain her hands to the metal fittings at the end, and her long legs are straight and without encumbrance.
“Are you okay?” I ask after admiring my handiwork.
She nods without hindrance. “I’m more than okay.” She rakes her teeth over her lower lip before shifting her eyes to her bedside table. “I have condoms in there if you don’t have any.”
I almost say the one in my wallet would have expired years ago, but I keep my mouth shut. She’s tied and at my mercy, so the last thing she needs is concern that I don’t know what I’m doing. I’m also not sure I could speak even if I wanted to. Octavia is a beautiful woman, and this should be ludicrous for me to say, but she is even more beautiful without clothing. There are no flaws or imperfections. Her body is perfect, and the lust beaming from her eyes is even more impeccable.
Her moan is as audible as my pulse in my words when I mutter, “I’ll get to them… eventually. But first…” I drop my eyes to her damp panties before licking my lips, “… I think I have another matter to take care of first.”
CHAPTER 7
OCTAVIA
When Jack drags the back of his hand down my damp panties, my mouth gapes, but no words leave my lips. I can’t speak. The sexual chemistry firing between us makes it hard for me to breathe, much less talk. It’s been crackling and hissing all night, and now, it is as if someone lit the fireworks box on fire instead of a select few.
My ass lifts off the mattress when he skims a finger along the seam of the cotton material. He edges it away from the area aching as if it hasn’t been touched in years before he locks his eyes with mine.
“Please,” I beg, certain there are more questions in his lusty gaze than demands.
His smile sets me on fire. It is as molten as the image of him toeing off his shoes so he can fully remove his pants.
Once he’s standing before me in nothing but a pair of briefs that have no chance in hell of hiding the impressive bulge between his legs, he returns his eyes to my face before hooking his index fingers into the waistband of my panties and once again wordlessly seeking permission to remove them.
I nod. My head bob is frantic, but it barely touches my chin before he drags my panties down my quaking thighs and raises them to his nose.
“Oh God.” Yes, a more intellectual response is above me right now. That was insanely hot, and the way the material looks fragile and weak in his large hand makes the lust burning me alive even more potent. “If you don’t touch me soon, I’m going to need you to untie me so I can take care of business myself.”
I regret my choice of words when Jack murmurs, “And exactly how would you do that, Octavia?”