Total pages in book: 158
Estimated words: 146477 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 732(@200wpm)___ 586(@250wpm)___ 488(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 146477 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 732(@200wpm)___ 586(@250wpm)___ 488(@300wpm)
“Okay, so I went into his room and stood in the doorway of his ensuite, just long enough to get his attention, and just when he thought he had me, I turned and left. Only, he wasn’t about to let me go.”
“Holy shit. What did he do?”
“He followed me out of the bathroom, butt naked with his cock in his hand, and demanded I stop. Then when I turned around—”
“Oh God. Don’t stop there. WHAT HAPPENED?”
“He said ‘Get on your knees,’ in this deep, seductive tone, and fuck, Izzy. I’ve never dropped to my knees so fast in my life. I was a goner. I was like the perfect little Anastasia Steele, waiting for my master to fuck me into oblivion.”
“Damn. That’s hot,” Izzy breathes. “I need to find a man like that.”
I nod, never agreeing more.
“Tell me he fucked your mouth and called you a dirty little slut?”
I grin. “Would a man like Knight Slater do anything different?”
“Oh, God!” Izzy falls back against the couch, crushing the cushion to her chest, lost to the fantasy of finding herself a wild, dominant man like Knight. “Tell me the rest. I know damn well it didn’t stop there. Give it to me hard.”
I laugh and cringe at the same time. “That’s just the thing. That asshole fucked my mouth like it’s never been fucked in its life, and just when I was about to demand the favor be returned, he walked away. He didn’t lay a single hand on me, and now I’ve got the worst case of clam jam in my life. It’s blue balls on crack.”
Izzy howls with laughter, clutching her stomach. “Holy shit. If that were me, I’d be pissed, but because it’s you and Knight, it’s hilarious. I guess that’s what you get for attempting to fool around with someone who should be on the permanent ‘Don’t suck cock’ list.”
“So not funny.”
Izzy smirks before launching into a rundown of her night with the male model who was on set of the photoshoot for her winter line. Personally, I’m not a fan of mixing business with pleasure, but Iz has never had the same reservations. Though I suppose after sucking my step-uncle’s cock on his bedroom floor, my standards and morals aren’t as high as I’d always assumed.
Can you really blame a girl? Knight Slater has some pristine dick. It would have been a crime against womanhood to deny it. In theory, I was doing myself a favor. After all, curiosity killed the cat and all that shit. If I never took the plunge and found out, I would have always wondered, and now that I know, I am forever ruined for any other dick.
Mom must be onto something. There’s something addictive about Slater dick.
Getting up from the couch, I start sorting through my wet clothes. “What are your plans for the day?” I ask as Izzy kicks her feet up onto my coffee table and makes herself at home.
“I’ve got a Pilates class at eleven, and then I was going to work on my designs for next fall.”
My brows shoot up, and I whip around to gape at my best friend. “Next fall? We only just started this fall.”
Izzy smirks. “I can’t help that I like to be prepared. The designs have been bouncing around in my head for weeks, and I need to get them out. Though I’m sure between now and next fall, I’ll change them a million times. Not to mention, nailing down a fabric is going to be a nightmare. Every time I think I’ve found what I want, something better appears.”
I chuckle to myself. “I’d hate to be your assistant.”
Izzy laughs, knowing just how right I am, and as she goes to respond, her words are cut off by the sound of my phone screeching to life on the couch. Iz leans over to where I was just sitting and scoops it up before checking the screen, her face twisting with unease. “Ugh. It’s your mom.”
“Ugh. No thanks. Let it go to voicemail. I don’t need to spend the next hour getting berated for how deeply I offended and embarrassed her at her sham of a dinner party.”
“Are you sure?” Iz asks, a teasing smirk pulling at her full lips. “I could just swipe my thumb across the screen. Really, it’d be no hassle at all.”
My eyes widen with horror. Despite knowing she’s teasing, I have no doubt that she’ll actually do it. “Don’t even think about it, Izabelle Grace Davenport.”
Her grin widens, and I watch as her thumb gets closer to the screen. “What’s in it for me?”
“You—” The call goes dead, and I let out a heavy sigh, my heart hammering in my chest. “I don’t need that kind of trauma so early in the morning.”
“Early?” she questions, her gaze dropping back to my phone. “It’s—oh no. It’s ten thirty. I’m going to be late for Pilates.”