Total pages in book: 156
Estimated words: 151044 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 755(@200wpm)___ 604(@250wpm)___ 503(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 151044 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 755(@200wpm)___ 604(@250wpm)___ 503(@300wpm)
We really didn’t have time for more than a quick finger bang and an—Oh, he was going down. Okay.
The first swipe of his tongue had my knees buckling. He strummed his thumb over me and I moaned, my grip on the vanity searching for purchase as he pulled me closer. I caught his shoulders, gripped his neck, lost myself and forgot where we were as he made a feast of me. Moaning and arching, I angled my hips toward his mouth and fisted his hair, holding him close as he tortured me in the most delicious sense.
When it came to making me come, Hale was a fucking vagenius. The man could literally get left in the middle of the tundra, during a 1920’s dust bowl, blindfolded with no compass or map, and he’d still find the G-spot faster than most men could find their own nose.
Moans morphed into sensual sobs as he pressed deeper. Fingers pounding deep, he groaned against my sex. Then I was coming.
Sloppy. Wet. Hale didn’t care. As a matter of fact, he preferred it. The more I came, the more satisfied his groans of pleasure sounded. He lapped up every last drop, not pulling away until his lips glistened and the small dressing room reeked of sex.
I was useless. Slouched against the mirror, I sprawled before him, panting and twitching. Aftershocks ripped through my body, shooting shivers up my spine.
He stood, adjusting his suit into place with one sharp tug as he grinned at me with cocky satisfaction. Dragging a thumb over his lower lip, he sucked it clean. “To think, you almost told me no.”
I rolled my eyes. “No one tells you no.”
“That’s right.” He caught the back of my neck and wrenched my body forward, our mouths only a breath apart. “Now kiss me like you fucking missed me.”
The second my lips parted his tongue stole into my mouth, possessive and demanding. The taste of my release mingled with his heady desire, and my body caught fire again.
My hand went to the front of his suit pants, stroking his engorged cock through the material. “Do we have time—”
A startling knock pounded sharply on the door, shattering the moment like a dart through a water balloon.
“Two minutes,” someone yelled from the other side of the wall.
“Oh, my God.” I turned to the mirror and gasped in surprise. My varnished hair and shellacked makeup still looked flawless, but my cheeks were rosy and my lipstick was gone.
I looked at Hale and pointed to his crotch. “You need to fix your hair and do something about that.”
“You could do something about it.”
“In two minutes? Doubtful. I still have to get dressed.” I rushed from the vanity to get my clothes, but he caught my wrist.
“Rayne. I’m not going out there until you put my cock in your mouth.”
“Hale…”
He arched a brow.
“Fine.”
I tossed a throw pillow to the floor and dropped to my knees. He crossed his arms and chuckled.
Was he messing with me? “What’s so funny?”
“Nothing. You’re hot. I was just laughing at how lucky I am.”
I blushed. And that’s exactly why he got his way in moments like this. If I was hot it was only because he made me that way. “Are we doing this or not? I still have to get dressed.”
He unzipped and stepped closer, cupping the back of my head and giving me little time to do more than part my lips as his hard cock slid to the back of my throat with purpose. He groaned and a delicious calm settled over me.
I actually loved doing this for him and regretted that we only had two minutes. I let him fuck my mouth like he wanted because I wanted that too, but after a few quick pumps, he was zipping up.
“That’s it?”
“For now.”
How did he do that? How did he cut himself off from pleasure and not even break a sweat? His discipline was mind-boggling compared to mine. I was the one blowing him, yet I felt ripped off.
He glanced over his shoulder. “They’re going to knock again in about ten seconds.”
“Shit.”
He helped me off the floor and I rushed to put my panties back on. I quickly stepped into the jumpsuit. “Can you zipper this?”
“Take a breath, baby. Without us, they have no story.”
That was true, but I still hated making people wait. I didn’t want them to think we were rude or entitled or having sex in the dressing room.
Hale fixed his hair with a quick swipe of his fingers. I swear, the beautiful bastard looked like runway material on his worst day. So unfair. But he still had an enormous boner.
He glanced at me through his reflection in the mirror. “What are you grinning about?”
“Nothing. Just thinking how dreamy my boyfriend is.” And how embarrassing dicks could be.
“Fiancé,” He corrected, reaching into his pants and making a quick adjustment.