Total pages in book: 137
Estimated words: 127201 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 636(@200wpm)___ 509(@250wpm)___ 424(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 127201 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 636(@200wpm)___ 509(@250wpm)___ 424(@300wpm)
“Yeah, no shit,” I say as he starts making his way back over to me. “So, tell me. Did your stroll down struggle street shape you into a sympathetic, warm-hearted man with morals, or did you slide more into the entitled, frat-boy, trust fund baby lifestyle?”
Zeph lounges back in his seat at the head of the table and smirks at me. “Oh, I like to think that my experiences have molded me into being quite the giving man,” he says. “After all, I know what it’s like to feel that intense hunger, and now that I have the means to put someone out of their misery, I’m all too eager to help.”
My brow arches as a sultry grin pulls across my lips. “Is that so?”
“Oh yeah.”
I don’t hesitate, climbing up onto the dining table and crawling across it until I’m planted right in front of Zephyr, sitting on the edge of the table with my thighs spread wide on either side of him. “Then I feel it’s in my best interest to let you know just how hungry I am.”
Zeph takes my thighs as a devilish grin pulls across his lips. “Then who the hell am I to deny a starved woman of her basic needs?”
I laugh, and within seconds, Zeph is on his feet and has my shirt flying over my head. It lands somewhere across the room before he plunges his hand down the front of my pants and thrusts his long, thick fingers straight inside me.
A deep groan rumbles through me, and as the sheer desperation pulses through my veins, I reach around myself, unclasp my bra, and toss it aside. Zeph pulls at my pants with his other hand, and I press down against the table, lifting my hips, and within seconds, my pants are gone, joining my shirt and bra on the floor.
He steps right into me, his rock-hard body up against mine as the heel of his palm rolls against my clit.
“Fuck, you’re so ready for me,” Zeph rumbles, his fingers dancing across my body and pausing at my nipple, giving a gentle pinch. The slight jolt that rocks through me makes him grin. “Oh, you like that?”
I grin right back at him as his fingers work deep inside me, massaging my walls. “I think you’ll find there’s not a lot I don’t like.”
“Why don’t we put that to the test?” he questions, laying me back against the cool table, the shift in my hips sending his fingers spiraling right toward my G-spot and sending me wild.
Zeph spreads me out, his hand roaming across my skin and leaving a wake of goosebumps as a rich desire claims my every thought and need.
“Zeph,” I groan, needing so much more.
“I’ve got you,” he tells me, and boy does he!
My feet are propped up on the edge of the table, my thighs spread wide, and not a moment later, Zeph is on his knees, my pussy presented to him like an all-you-can-eat buffet. When he dives in, his arms scoop beneath my thighs, and his mouth closes over my clit, it becomes clear that I’m not the only starved sexual deviant at this table.
His tongue flattens against my clit, and as I squirm beneath him, pure elation pulses through my veins. My back arches off the table, and I reach down between my legs and knot my fingers into his thick hair as a breathy groan rips from my lips.
“Oh God,” I pant, tipping my head back against the hard wood.
My body itches for more, and I tighten my hold in his hair, needing him to push me right to the edge, to work me into a wild frenzy, but I’m not there yet. He takes my lead, giving me what I so clearly want, but frustration quickly begins to set in.
“Fuck, Zeph,” I groan, my hips jolting with every swipe of his tongue.
He doesn’t stop, doesn’t give in as he keeps pushing me to the edge. His tongue works over my clit, rolling hypnotic circles as his fingers dance across my skin, flicking my nipples and teasing my body, and while it’s earth-shattering and incredible, it’s not fast enough. Not raw enough.
I need wild, passionate fucking. I need to be thrown around. I need—
“If you’re going to eat a beautiful woman on my dining table, then you better do it right.”
My eyes snap open, finding Caesar leaning against the kitchen counter, his strong arms crossed over his wide chest. He has one foot leisurely kicked over the other, as casually as though he were watching the game.
He’s fucking gorgeous. Dressed in all black for the office, his top two buttons left undone, and while he’s nothing short of every woman’s fantasy, nothing could prepare me for his dark, wild gaze that’s locked on mine. He looks as though he could eat me alive right where he stands, and damn it, I’d let him.