Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 91065 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 455(@200wpm)___ 364(@250wpm)___ 304(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91065 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 455(@200wpm)___ 364(@250wpm)___ 304(@300wpm)
Chapter 27
Dex
My goal was to impress Margot, and it worked.
I breathe a sigh of relief when I open the oven and see the bubbling, cheesy pan of lasagna that had been delivered personally, by the restaurant, a mere thirty minutes before Margot arrived.
It was a close call that had me sweating.
Phew, baby.
I watch her savoring each delicious bite, and I know my erratic heartbeat was worth it. Her eyes light up with every forkful, and the satisfied hums and moans escaping her lips are a swift kick to my nut sac.
My dick tingles watching her lick her fork, damned if it doesn’t.
“I actually can’t believe you made all this,” she groans, voice filled with genuine amazement. “You’re full of surprises.”
I grin, trying to mask the guilt gnawing at me because, technically, I cheated. “You know me, always aiming to please.”
She laughs, a soft, melodic sound that makes my heart skip a beat. “Well, consider me thoroughly impressed.”
We continue eating, conversation flowing easily.
She tells me about her day and her latest project at work, and I hang on every word. She even tells me about her ex calling while she was in the driveway, and the sarcastic tone of his voice when she told him she had a date. The lasagna may be a fucking lie, but the connection between us is real.
After dinner we move to the living room, wineglasses in hand.
The ambiance is cozy, the dim light casting a glow around us. I sit next to her on the couch, wanting to pull her onto my lap so she can wrap those smooth legs around my waist.
I want to make out with her like we’re in high school.
I want . . .
“This was perfect.” Margot leans into me slightly. “I love how quiet it is here.”
“Um. Me too.”
“Dex,” she whispers, her breath warm against my lips.
“Yeah?” My voice is barely audible.
“Show me more of your surprises,” she murmurs, a playful glint in her eye.
I smile, closing the distance between us.
Her lips move against mine, inviting, and I lose myself in the moment. My hand travels to the small of her back, pulling her closer. She responds by threading her fingers through my hair, a gentle tug that sends a shiver down my spine. When we finally break apart to stare at each other, Margot’s eyes are sparkling with desire.
“That’s making me tingle.”
“I’ll fucking make you tingle,” I promise with a chuckle, stroking my thumb along her jawline until she tilts her chin, moving so my mouth touches her skin.
Margot’s breath hitches as my lips find a particularly sensitive spot on her neck. “You’re really good at this,” she says, her voice breathy. Gasps.
“Just wait,” I tease, pulling back to look into her eyes.
“Wait for what?” She pauses, and when I don’t respond, she shakes her head, frustrated. “Wait for what?!”
Clearly unable to stand it, Margot pushes me back onto the couch cushions and straddles my lap with a confidence that makes my heart rate skyrocket. Her hands roam over my chest, the heat from her palms searing through the fabric of my T-shirt.
I groan when she leans in, her lips against my ear, her tits brushing my chest.
“Tell me, Dex,” she coos, her breath sending shivers down my spine. “Besides dinner, do you have any more surprises for me?”
I swallow hard, my pulse quickening. “Why don’t you find out?”
Her laugh is sultry. “You better not be referring to the surprise in your pants.”
No doubt she can feel it straining against my jeans, hard and hot and ready. Always ready, damn him . . .
Margot kisses me again, deeper this time, tongue teasing mine. My hands go to her hips, guiding her movements as she grinds against me, the friction making it hard to think straight. She’s dry fucking me, and I feel like a teenager.
I sit as still as I can, letting her be in charge.
She breaks the kiss and gazes down at me, lips swollen and red. “You’re not going to make this easy, are you?”
“Where’s the fun in that?” My voice is husky. “I thought you liked a challenge.”
“I do,” she admits. “But I also like winning.”
“So do I.” And with that, I pick her up, flipping her so she’s on her back, pinning her beneath me on the couch. “Let’s see who comes out on top, then.”
Her laughter is cut off by my lips capturing hers again, our bodies pressing together in a deliciously intoxicating rhythm.
I grind my hips into hers.
She lifts her hips so they meet mine.
Fully clothed, we let our hands roam, exploring every inch of each other with a growing hunger. I can feel her responding, her nails digging into my shoulders as she arches into me, tugging at my shirt so she can touch my bare skin.
“Dex,” she moans, her voice a desperate plea. “Don’t stop.”