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’m only so patient . . .
Finally, we cross the line.
Slide into her.
The tension between us builds, our eyes now locked as she fucks me.
“You’re driving me crazy,” she whispers, her breath hot against my ear.
“I drive you crazy?” I groan, hands sliding up her back to pull her closer. “You’re making me lose my goddamn mind.”
“You like it though, don’t you?”
I give a jerky little nod, brain coming undone. “Yes.”
Please.
Please keep fucking me . . .
“Don’t stop,” I beg, my voice hoarse.
She slides over me, over and over again, and we both moan.
Loudly.
“Oh shit . . .” I groan. “Fuck.”
Tits jiggling, she moves up and down.
Water splashes everywhere, but neither of us gives one single fuck.
Her hips move faster. Urgently. The friction and heat build to an almost unbearable level, and I can feel the tension coiling in my core, ready to snap.
No. No, no, no—it’s too soon to come.
Still. It’s not my choice. Her nipples and boobs and the bouncing, along with her glistening skin, are enough to put me over the edge.
“Margot, I’m close,” I warn, my voice strained.
“Oh God, me too,” she gasps, her nails digging into my shoulders. “Don’t stop.”
Don’t stop . . .
I grip her tighter, our bodies moving in perfect sync as we chase the edge together.
Slosh.
Splash.
It’s a mess.
But so motherfucking good . . .
Chapter 36
Margot
“You look so cute in those pajamas.”
“Do I?” Dex looks down his body at the bottoms that match my sleep shirt.
“It would have been even cuter if you had the top on. Then we’d actually be twinning.”
“Do you want me to put the top on?”
I shake my head, hand sliding over his bare chest. “No. Then I can’t feel you up.” I bite down on my bottom lip. “And now that we’re on the subject, you should probably not ever be allowed to wear a shirt.”
His body is too damn good.
Eye candy.
I could eat him up.
Cora would be pissing herself if she could see me now. Not that I want her to see my, uh, boyfriend’s naked chest, but you get the point I’m trying to make.
My finger runs over the hair on his chest, tracing a lazy, hypnotic path. Dex’s breath catches slightly, and he gives me one of those looks, a mix of amusement and affection.
He looks . . .
Smitten.
I find myself blushing.
“Glad you like the view.” His voice is low and playful.
“I’d say that’s an understatement.” Like? No. I love the view.
I don’t say the words out loud. You don’t throw the L word into a casual conversation even if it’s not a declaration. Feels too heavy and weighty, and it’s still early for that, even if I’m just speaking about his amazing bod.
Dex guides my hand along his chest in a slow, deliberate motion. “You’re making it hard to stay focused on anything.”
My voice is soft. “I think that’s the general idea.”
“What are you planning to do with me, exactly?”
I lean over, my lips brushing his ear as I whisper, “I’m planning to enjoy every second of tonight.”
And hey, if we bang a few times before I have to leave in the morning, great.
For once I’d like to be the woman walking sideways from having been fucked thoroughly. Is that too much to ask?
His grip tightens slightly on my hand, and he tilts his head, his lips brushing against my temple. “I think I’m okay with that plan.”
I pull back just enough to look into his eyes, my fingers still tracing patterns on his chest. So comfy and content.
“Careful where you’re putting your hands,” he warns me with a chuckle. “You don’t want to reactivate the launch sequence.”
“I don’t?”
He glances down his body at me, brows raised, and pushes the hair out of my eyes. “You know—you’re full of surprises. I didn’t think an elementary school teacher was as sassy and sexy as you. You couldn’t have paid me to believe it.”
“I don’t know if that was a compliment or not.” So I just nod. “Thanks.”
Dex’s grin widens, and he tucks a loose strand of my hair behind my ear. “Oh, it’s definitely a compliment. I’m just amazed by how you manage to balance that sweet, caring teacher vibe with . . . well, this.”
This.
“Are you trying to tell me you can’t get enough of me?”
“Totally.”
He’s teasing, but he’s also serious—so I’ll take it.
I raise an eyebrow playfully. “It’s okay to be pleasantly surprised by how someone is in real life. Like . . . I was with you. Clearly I thought you were a dick at first. There’s no bigger stereotype than that of a professional athlete.”
Facts.
He nods his agreement. “You’ve got this incredible way of being both charming and downright irresistible, which is so fucking . . . sexy.”
“Ugh,” I sigh dramatically. “I could listen to you compliment me all day.” Keep them coming.