Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 24355 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 122(@200wpm)___ 97(@250wpm)___ 81(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24355 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 122(@200wpm)___ 97(@250wpm)___ 81(@300wpm)
Tabitha leans her head back and softly whispers my name. She’s gripping my forearm so hard, I feel her nails digging into my skin. That brief pinch of pain only heightens my desire. Only gets me harder. She hisses and lets out a moan of passion as I bury my fingers, her body tightening up around me.
“Tyson, oh my G—”
The words had just cleared her lips when I thrust my fingers into her again. Her eyes grow wide, and her mouth hangs open as a long, shaky cry bursts from her mouth. Tabitha rocks in the passenger seat and trembles wildly, digging her nails into my arm so hard as she comes, it feels like she’s going to break through my skin and draw blood.
“Oh, God,” she whimpers.
Slowly, her orgasm ebbs, and she turns her wide eyes to me. I pull my fingers out and see her juices glistening on them in the dim, ambient light. Unable to resist, I slip them into my mouth, savoring the taste of her sweet nectar. Tabitha stares at me, a wild hunger for more in her eyes, but she gives herself a shake.
“Oh my God. That was so… Oh God,” she says. “I need to go.”
Before I can say a word, she’s jumping out of the Escalade and running to the front doors of her building, trying to tug her skirt down as she goes. She disappears through the front door, leaving me sitting behind the wheel with a raging fucking hard-on. A grin touches my lips as I shake my head and start the car.
“Looks like it’s a cold fucking shower for me tonight.”
As I pull away from the curb and point the Escalade for home, my smile widens. I know this won’t be the last time I see her. Tabitha wants me as much as I want her. I saw it in her eyes. I just need to sit back and wait for her to come to me. I know she will.
6
TABITHA
After a long, hot shower that didn’t completely wash away my guilt, I’m in bed staring up at the ceiling, my mind spinning like the center of a tornado. I’m still astounded I’d let things get that far with Tyson. Mortified that I agreed to go to dinner with him in the first place. He is not the kind of man I would ever normally associate with, let alone have any sort of intimate interaction with. I shun criminals. I don’t sleep with them.
Still, I can’t deny that he isn’t exactly what I assumed him to be. He’s shady, scary, and a little dangerous, but the conversation we had over dinner was mind-blowing. Tyson is deep, layered, complex, and incredibly witty. I don’t remember the last time I laughed as hard as I did when we talked. For a while, I forgot that he was a mobster and got just as lost in the good time we shared as I did in those icy blue eyes.
It surprised me to learn he’s so well-read and well-traveled. He’s been all over the world and is far more cultured than anybody I’ve ever dated, that’s for sure. And despite his gruff, imposing exterior, I saw flashes of gentleness in him. The man is more layered than an onion, and it has my head spinning. I don’t know what to think of him. He doesn’t seem to fit into any one box very neatly.
Shaking my head, I push it all out of my mind and close my eyes, trying to get some sleep. I’d prefer to not think about it anymore. As I do, though, images of what happened in the car flood into the empty space, taking control of my thoughts. My body follows. Though I try to resist, I feel his mouth on mine. Feel his tongue slipping past my teeth. I see his fingers glistening with my juices sliding in and out of my warm, wet opening.
Electric goosebumps wash across my body, and my nipples stiffen as heat blossoms between my thighs. As I remember watching him lick my juices from his fingers, savoring it the way I’d savored the meal we shared, I quiver. A small, breathy moan passes my lips, and the insides of my thighs grow slick, a powerful need rising within me like a lustful tide.
Cupping my breast with one hand, I pinch my stiff nipple hard enough that I gasp. My other hand travels down my belly and into my panties, my fingertips dancing lightly upon my clit. I squirm and writhe under my comforter as I massage my breasts and tease myself, memories of Tyson’s fingers pumping into me and filling my mind.
“Oh God,” I whisper.
I slip a pair of fingers into me, biting my bottom lip and shuddering. Sliding my other hand down, I rub my clit and press my head back against my pillow, flailing on my bed as I finger myself to images of Tyson’s hard cock buried deep within me. Squeezing my eyes shut, I picture him on top of me, my legs wrapped around his waist as he pounds himself into me. I see those frosty blue eyes boring into mine as he drives that cock deep into my pussy.