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)
I grapple, hands tangling in his hair.
Sucking.
Licking . . .
Sucking some more.
“Dex,” I moan, unable to do anything but beg. And whisper. “Oh my God . . . don’t stop . . . oh shit . . . yesss.”
He doesn’t stop.
Of course he doesn’t.
Instead, he sucks harder, his tongue and fingers working to bring me closer and closer.
Ohmygodohmygodohmygod . . .
My body trembles, legs too. If I had to get up and walk right now, I’d fall. I’d be incapable.
I can feel the climax building, threatening to push me over the brink. I’m not ready, but at the same time I want it so bad.
So bad.
So so bad . . .
Just as I’m about to let go, he pulls back, leaving me teetering on the edge.
“Nope. Not yet,” he murmurs, voice husky with desire. “I want to be inside you when you come.”
Yes, please.
My mouth opens to say the words, but before I can get them out, he has me off the counter and on my feet. Pushes down his jeans. Watching him while my limbs shake, I’m then turned to face the cold stone surface as his hands resume roaming my body.
Dex grasps my hips.
Bends me forward.
I am at his mercy—or that’s how it feels.
It feels naughty and I love it.
His breath is hot against my neck; it tickles.
“So fucking sexy.”
He positions himself so that with one slow and deliberate motion he can enter me from behind. He fills me completely, and I gasp, the sensation overwhelming. Literally no one has ever fucked me from behind before, and I relish being bent over.
My fingers grip the counter for balance and support.
Dex’s pace is relentless, each thrust driving me closer to the edge.
Yes . . .
Yes . . .
Yes!
So close.
He pumps his hips. Thrusts.
Grunts.
Groans.
With one arm around my waist and the other near my shoulders, it’s a push, pull. Hard. Fast. Wet.
I can barely stand it.
I bite my bottom lip when he demands that I come for him, his voice thick with need.
“I’m so fucking close.” He groans into my neck. “Come for me.”
And because I am a good girl who listens to directions, I comply. With a shuddering cry, I let go, my climax crashing over me like a tidal wave. My body convulses. My legs can barely keep me standing.
As Dex holds me steady, his own release follows moments later.
He moans loudly before pulling out and coming on my ass, the wet, hot part of him branding me.
Our bodies tremble.
Then.
Dex presses a gentle kiss to my shoulder before pulling me away, reaching for a kitchen towel, and wetting it under the faucet.
“You are a total mess.” He laughs as he cleans my skin—back side and front, the towel moving across my ass.
“You started it,” I manage, eyes scanning for my clothes.
Dex chuckles, nuzzling my neck. “It was worth it.”
Chapter 29
Dex
Dang.
Women’s bathrooms are sure different than men’s.
I pick up a tiny pink soap shaped like a seashell and give it a sniff. Then I pick up the blue one, decide I like the smell of that one better, and use it to wash my hands.
It’s dinky.
When I’m done, I glance at the decorative towels hanging on the rack. They’re embroidered with delicate patterns, clearly meant for show and not for actual use. I dry my hands with one anyway ’cause I have no idea how the hell else to dry them, then give the tiny lotions and perfumes a once-over.
On the wall next to me is a sign: Empowered women empower women.
I chuckle to myself. Of course Margot would have a sign like that in her bathroom, the goof.
In the back pocket of my jeans, my phone buzzes, and when I check the screen, I see that it’s Trent. Perfect timing because I have a bit of privacy.
“What’s up?”
“Where are you?” He gets straight to the point, no chitchat.
“Margot’s house. I’m here to pick her up for a—”
He cuts me off. “Have you seen the headline online?”
I shake my head, staring at my handsome self in the mirror. “No.”
“You’re on the front page.”
“Front page of what?” I scrunch up my face. “I thought the internet was digital.”
He sighs—loudly. “Please follow along, Dex. Please.”
I thought that’s what I was doing, but whatever. He doesn’t have to sound so goddamn frustrated.
“You and your new girlfriend. It’s a nice article about how you’re dating a single mom. It’s fucking brilliant! Makes you look like a Boy Scout.”
“It does?” This is great news. Really great fucking news.
I lean against the counter, holding the phone to my ear. “What did they say about her?”
Trent’s tone is brisk, as usual. “Just the basics. They mention she’s a single mom, a teacher, and that she’s got a good head on her shoulders, blah blah blah. They even included a picture of you two from the other night, but obviously they blurred out the kid.”