Total pages in book: 64
Estimated words: 63055 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 315(@200wpm)___ 252(@250wpm)___ 210(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63055 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 315(@200wpm)___ 252(@250wpm)___ 210(@300wpm)
I’ve managed because I came from money. Before they took everything. Plus, I know how to bluff.
I carry the plate upstairs and check over my shoulder before I open the door.
What I find makes me sorry I had any consideration for the asshole sitting at my desk.
He’s holding my freaking vibrator!
“Look what I found.” He smirks, holding it up between his thumb and forefinger and waggling it back and forth.
“You asshole. Put that away,” I grit out between clenched teeth, dropping the plate of mac ‘n cheese onto the bedside table.
Damn him. Where does he get off?
“Does Tyler know about this?” He keeps waving it.
I stalk over and try to grab it, but he’s too quick, moving it to the side, then up high.
“Does he use it on you, Legs?”
My pussy clenches, even as flames fly out of my ears. I lunge for the vibe, not caring that I plunked my knee right on his thigh to reach up high and grab it.
The perv clamps an arm around the backs of my thighs, his forearm lifting my ass like he’s trying to help.
It has the extremely unfortunate effect of getting me horny as hell. Or maybe that’s the sight of my B.O.B.
I don’t back down, though. If he wants to get up close and personal, I’ll go all the way in. I shove my tits in his face and pry the vibrator out of his fingers. I’m pretty sure he only let me because I caught him off guard. The second I have it, I slam it down on the top of his head.
And then I scramble back.
Oops.
I didn’t mean to hit him.
That hard.
Or maybe at all.
We both stare at each other in shock. I’m slightly horrified at my own violence—I’ve never hit anyone in my life.
He looks just as surprised to find I’m capable of it. Or maybe he’s really hurt.
“Ouch,” he confirms.
“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have hit you with—”
“No you shouldn’t have.” In a flash, he’s up off the chair, divesting me of the vibrator. He tackles me to the bed. “You’re in big trouble now, Legs.”
Somehow, that sounds more sexy than threatening.
And my body responds with a full on pleasure rush. Heat floods my lady parts. Peaks my nipples.
Somewhere near my right ear, my vibrator roars to life.
“Uh—”
Before I can even assimilate what he’s doing, Bo tucks it between my legs, rubbing the shaft back and forth with a sawing motion.
“No—” I reach for it, but he quickly withdraws it and holds it out of reach. He’s straddling me—his strong, tree-trunk thick thighs banded around both of mine, pinning me in place. With one hand, he holds my torso down when I try to sit up, still waving the vibrator out of reach.
“You showed me what you can do with it. Now it’s my turn.”
“Oh no, no, no.” My stomach flips. I may be saying no, but I’m creaming my panties, everything molten and wet and absolutely thrilled at this.
His nostrils flare, and his eyes do that silver glint thing. His smile is pure wickedness, and it makes him even more beautiful.
This guy is godlike in every way.
“Here’s what we’re going to do.” He lifts one of his legs, and I start to scramble out, but he grips my hip and flips me to my belly.
“Bo!”
I hear the vibrator drop to the bed, and he pushes a hand into my lower back. Two smacks on my ass—one on each side.
They hurt, and I try to squirm out of his grip, but he’s not done. He picks up the vibrator and puts it back between my legs.
Oh God.
It feels. So. Good.
Like I-might-orgasm-right-now good.
It usually takes me forever to get off with the battery operated boyfriend—or B.O.B., as I like to call it. Thirty minutes minimum. But this is like three seconds, and I’m ready to go.
I’m sure it has nothing to do with the extremely hot baller operating it.
The sound that comes out of my lips is full-on embarrassing.
It’s a wanton mewl. A signal of how close I am.
Dammit!
I wriggle, humping the bed.
“You need more of this?” He shifts the angle, tucking it up under me so it hits my clit.
I make another wanton sound.
“Fuck.” His voice sounds ragged, and that, above all else, makes me feel better. He’s turned on, too. I’m not the only one losing control here.
He climbs over me, threading his arms beneath me to reach the vibrator from my front side, grinding his very hard erection into my ass.
“Like that?” His breath is hot against my ear, and he sounds winded, like I knocked the oxygen right out of him.
“Yeah,” I admit, squirming over the hard plastic, rubbing my clit with it through my shorts.
It’s so good. My eyes are already rolling back in my head. Waves of heat are washing through me.
“You use it inside or just keep it here?”