Total pages in book: 128
Estimated words: 119852 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 599(@200wpm)___ 479(@250wpm)___ 400(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 119852 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 599(@200wpm)___ 479(@250wpm)___ 400(@300wpm)
Her answering moan goes straight to my cock.
The elevator dings our arrival at the twenty-fifth floor, momentarily calling a time out on our fun as the doors slide open. Riggs leads the way down the empty hallway to his room. Mine is next door, and the rest of our team is scattered along this floor and the one below. He holds his card to the door and when the light turns green, it feels like more than a signal that the door is unlocked. It signals that we are free to do whatever we want.
Inside, the lamps come on automatically, giving the room a warm glow as we both move toward Kay again. I wait to see hesitation or doubt, or for her to change her mind completely, but instead, a smile lifts her lips slowly… devilishly… deliciously. She drops her fingers to her blouse and begins undoing buttons. I reach behind my head to yank my T-shirt over quickly, not wanting to miss a moment of her striptease.
I was right—no bra, but she’s wearing a silky camisole beneath her shirt. The lace trim dips down in a V, showing a tantalizing hint of her cleavage, and the material is fine enough that the hardened nubs of her nipples are visible through it. When she reaches back to the zipper on her skirt, the thin spaghetti straps both drop off her shoulders.
“Let me,” Riggs orders gruffly, dropping to his knees. He must’ve taken his shirt off when I did, because when Kay plants her hand on his shoulder, she touches his bare skin. He slips her skirt down her thighs, letting it fall to the floor, where she steps out of it gracefully, her heels still on. “Motherfucker. You see this, Maddox?”
I see it all. The deepening flush on her cheeks, the wild look in her blue eyes as they lift back to me, the way her lips are parted as she breathes a little faster. I very slowly, very intentionally let my gaze lick over her from head to toe, taking her all in. Her white camisole matches the silk and lace of her panties, which cling to her wetly. Her legs are long and toned, and I bet they’ll feel great wrapped around my waist as she holds on for dear life while I fuck the shit out of her. And her feet are precisely side by side, like she’s standing on stage at a pageant she’s too gorgeous for.
She’s too perfect, too pristine, too polite and I want her messy, uninhibited, filthy, and screaming my name. And Riggs’s.
“I want to taste you so fucking bad,” Riggs groans, looking up at Kay. She drags her eyes from mine to look down at him and spreads her feet the smallest bit apart.
A laugh vibrates in my chest. Does she think that’s gonna be enough?
“Take your panties off so he can lick all of you.” Her eyes jerk back to me, and I can see the battle raging in their blue depths. She wants Riggs’s mouth on her sweet lower lips, but she doesn’t like being told what to do. I bet she’s usually the one who gives orders, both in and out of the bedroom. Too bad, I like that too. We can wrestle for dominance if she wants. In fact, I think I’d rather enjoy pinning her down, feeding her my cock, and telling her what a good girl she is again. I think she’d secretly like it too. She just doesn’t want to like it.
Or more likely, she’s never had someone like me tell her what to do. Unlike most guys, I don’t do it selfishly to get myself off. Controlling a woman doesn’t do that for me. What does turn me on is watching her closely, anticipating what she wants, fulfilling whatever desires she may have, and doing whatever it takes to please her. And right now, Kay desperately wants Riggs to lick her pussy, which I can make happen.
She drops her gaze back to Riggs, and I think she’s hoping to find agreement in him that I’m an insufferable prick. He sits back on his heels, the backs of his fingers brushing over her clit through the silk material. “Take ‘em off for me. You want me to lick you, don’t you?” He says nearly the same thing I did, but his tone is completely different. Encouraging and persuasive, rather than my authoritarian and cocky style.
She spins, turning away from us, and for a split second where neither of us breathes, I think she’s called our bluff. But she strides to the bed, and with her back to us, she lifts her camisole over her head, letting it drop to the floor, and then pushes her panties down her hips, stepping out of them. I almost tell her to leave the heels on, but I’m too distracted by the beautiful line of her spine and the lush curve of her ass to even open my mouth, and she pulls them off before I find the words. Nude, she turns back around, standing confident and proud of herself.