Total pages in book: 117
Estimated words: 111416 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 557(@200wpm)___ 446(@250wpm)___ 371(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 111416 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 557(@200wpm)___ 446(@250wpm)___ 371(@300wpm)
But the truth was, she wanted to be with someone of her choice. Not someone she had to for her job. She had only sold her soul to the devil so she could turn around and defeat him.
Which she did. Successfully. But the win had been bittersweet.
So yes, she was ready to selfishly have sex and enjoy it. Even if it was in a bathroom while perching on a vanity and could very well cause complications because of the man she was about to do it with.
Deep in her gut, she knew if it wasn’t tonight, and she remained undercover with Fletch, it would happen eventually. They might as well get it out of the way, so they could concentrate on their assigned task.
That was what she told herself as Fletch tore a wrapper free from the strip and set it on the vanity next to her.
“Second thoughts?” he asked, setting the other two condoms aside on top of the toilet tank.
“No. You?”
“Of course you’re having them. So am I. But that’s not going to change the outcome, is it?”
She lifted her gaze from his erection and smiled at him. “Apparently not.”
Chapter Fourteen
Tonight, she was reclaiming her sexuality. She was taking back what she had set aside in the last couple of years because of her job. So, to hell with the risk when it came to having sex with Fletch. It was better to take a risk now than later regret not taking it at all.
Yes, afterward, she might want him even more. On the other hand, it might get him out of her system and she wouldn’t want him ever again. But she wouldn’t know that answer until they moved forward.
“Let’s do this,” she whispered. She was so fucking ready.
“Let’s do this,” he echoed with a softness his brown eyes did not hold. They were intense as he stared at her still waiting on the edge of the vanity.
Still naked from the waist down. Her thighs still parted, her pussy still slick.
All because of him.
She picked up the condom sitting by her hand and held it between them.
He shook his head. “In a sec.”
She didn’t want to wait. She wanted him now before she ended up talking herself out of it.
If she did that, she’d end up lying in bed kicking herself for walking away and not taking what she wanted. She’d remain restless and wanting when, instead, all she had to do was…
Well, all she had to do was Fletch.
“What are you waiting for?”
“I’m not waiting,” he murmured, focused on her mouth. When she licked her lips, the heat flared in his eyes.
“Then, if you’re not waiting, what are you doing?”
“This…” Once again he took her lips like military troops rushing a hill needing to be conquered.
After exploring every recess of her mouth, he pulled back only enough to suck on her bottom lip for a few seconds before releasing it, leaving it swollen and throbbing. Because once again, he was not gentle.
Not that she wanted him to be.
She didn’t want it to be safe or boring. She wanted it rough, raw and on the edge. To kickstart her dormant desires.
Nipping along her jawline, he occasionally caught her skin with his teeth as he went. When she tilted her head back to give him better access, he traced the tip of his tongue down her neck, then sucked at the hollow of her throat, vibrating the delicate skin there with his groan.
He didn’t stop there, though. No, he kept moving, biting along her left shoulder, pausing here and there to sink his teeth deeper into her flesh, causing her to gasp at the pain sending an avalanche of endorphins through her.
He kept going, drawing his tongue along her left clavicle, then running his skilled lips along the right side until he once again dipped his tongue into that very vulnerable spot at the base of her throat.
While he did that, he slipped one side of her ribbed tank top off her shoulder, then the other, before hooking a finger in the loose neckline to draw it down slowly, his mouth now following along as it lowered. He didn’t stop until both breasts were exposed and his warm breath swept over the aching, puckered nipples.
His lips plucked at each tip before surrounding them, sucking and pulling. Causing her back to arch and shoving her breast deeper into his mouth while he cupped the other, kneading and pinching.
Her breath caught and she shuddered when his teeth sank into the top curve.
That bite would leave a mark.
After he did the same with the other one, she groaned, sliding her fingers into his hair, an unspoken request for him to do it again.
He did.
When she tipped her head down, he raised his eyes to meet hers, and did it once more. All while watching her reaction she didn’t bother to hide.