Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 59939 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 300(@200wpm)___ 240(@250wpm)___ 200(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 59939 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 300(@200wpm)___ 240(@250wpm)___ 200(@300wpm)
Christ. How is it possible that the one woman who’s intrigued me in a long time is also the one woman who wants nothing to do with me? The chemistry between us is combustible, but apparently chemistry doesn’t impress Maggie Reilly either. We haven’t even had sex and already she’s shooing me off the stage.
But being the seasoned performer that I am, I have no intention of being shooed away.
Instead, I taunt her. “Don’t act like you’re not getting wet feeling me against you.”
“Wet? No. But I am a little hungry. Should we order a pizza?”
Some primitive part of me makes me swivel the chair, determined to prove to this woman that my aroused state turns her on. Maggie’s eyes widen as I sink to my knees and rest my hands on her hips. My fingers toy with the waistband of her black yoga pants.
“What are you doing?” She practically squeaks out the question. “I told you I have work to do.”
“And I told you it’s time to take a break.”
“You don’t get to dictate—”
“Orgasm,” I interrupt.
She blinks. “What?”
“Do you want an orgasm?”
Exasperation fills her eyes. “Do you always talk in riddles?”
“Who’s riddling? I’m asking you a question—are you in the mood for an orgasm?” I lick my bottom lip. “Because I’m in the mood to give you one.”
Her lips part slightly. Then her mouth falls entirely open.
Grinning at her reaction, I gently lift her ass off the chair so I can peel her pants off her legs. She doesn’t stop me. In fact, her breathing quickens as my palms slide over each smooth inch of skin that is revealed.
“You don’t need to wax your legs,” I accuse as I toss the yoga pants aside.
She sighs. “I know. I lied.”
My mouth lifts in another grin, partly because of her admission, partly because the agitated look on her face is completely foreign on her. Since I’ve met her, she’s been cool and composed, even when her green eyes flash with anger, when her cheeks redden with arousal. I like it all, but not as much as I enjoy the naked vulnerability and raw desire on her face right now.
Maybe it’s the challenge, or maybe it’s infatuation, or maybe she simply represents some level of normalcy that’s been missing from my life since I became famous. Whatever the reason, I can’t help myself from trying to seduce her. I continue to stroke her legs, and then move my hands north again. Touching the damp crotch of her bright yellow panties, I fight a chuckle. “Told you you’re wet.”
“You’re imagining it.”
I drag my fingers up to her waistband.
She groans and tries to wriggle away from my caress. “I don’t have time for this,” she grumbles.
“Sure you do.”
“I have homework…”
My hands still, because I’m not about to keep going without her consent. I meet her eyes, my tone serious. “If you say the word stop, I’ll stop. If you say the word no, I’ll stop. But you haven’t said either of those words.” I flick up a brow. “So are you saying yes?”
After an interminable long beat, she dips her head in a nod and whispers, “Yes.”
Without another word, I remove her panties and toss them aside. Then I lower my head and place a soft kiss on her clit.
She gasps.
Then sighs.
Then moans.
Fighting back a smile, I kiss her again, and again, and again, until it dawns on me that I’m not out to prove a point anymore. I intended to show her she can’t hide the effect I have on her and prove the attraction between us is mutual. But as I run my tongue over her slick pussy, I forget about all that.
She tastes like heaven. I swirl lazy figure-eights over her clit, savoring the sweet taste of her, groaning against her when she releases a whimper of pleasure and widens her legs. If my cock wasn’t throbbing relentlessly and my head wasn’t buzzing with lust, I might’ve been able to maintain the slow pace.
But I’m painfully, desperately aroused, and all I can do is speed up, suddenly anxious to bring her over the edge and make her scream my name as she comes.
The wish is fulfilled a lot faster than I expected. All it takes is for me to slide one finger deep inside her pussy and suck her clit hard in my mouth, and she shudders with an orgasm so powerful I almost come in my pants.
Maggie isn’t one of those chicks who bites her lip and writhes in silent pleasure. Oh no. She vocalizes every sexy second of her climax. Moaning. Trembling. As the words “Oh fuck” gasp out of her mouth, she tangles her fingers in my hair and locks her thighs around my head.
When she finally whimpers and grows still, I pull back, a satisfied grin on my face and an unsatisfied erection straining against my zipper.