Total pages in book: 110
Estimated words: 106774 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 534(@200wpm)___ 427(@250wpm)___ 356(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 106774 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 534(@200wpm)___ 427(@250wpm)___ 356(@300wpm)
If I have any chance of holding her hand, I have to make sure mine is empty first.
There’s no way around it.
“I got a letter from Joe today,” she says. “Well, it was a copy of the one that he sent to the landlord’s attorney.”
“Oh, yeah? What did it say?”
“Well, I can’t read legalese, but I think it said fuck around and find out.”
I laugh, my chest shaking. “Yeah, that sounds like a Joe letter.”
“I pray to God that I never get one. I’d pee my pants.” She leans her head up and looks toward the kitchen. “Your phone has been buzzing since I got here. Do you hear it or am I hearing things?”
“It’s the fucking team chat,” I say, sitting up, too, and groaning. “The last time I looked, they—meaning Nico and Ridge—were trying to put together the top fifty sports movies of all time. And you’d think they were arguing about something that fucking matters because these assholes take it to the next level.”
She shakes her head, amused. Then climbs off the couch and sets up my chessboard. Each piece gives a soft thud as it takes its square. There’s a cadence to it, like a heartbeat, that adds to the peace in the room around us.
“What are you thinking?” she asks.
I rest my elbows on my knees. “I was thinking about how I could get used to this. I’m not saying anything crazy, just that I enjoy having you here. Playing chess with you. Going out to eat.” I pause, smirking. “Fucking.”
She laughs, scooting to the other side of the coffee table. “I’m glad you added that on the end because I was starting to think you didn’t want me anymore.”
“Impossible.”
Her gaze flickers to the ground before she looks at me through her thick lashes. The vulnerability in them slices through my heart. “I could get used to this, too, you know.”
The air around us crackles as neither of us say a word. Instead of speaking, we sit with our admissions, searching each other’s gaze. There's a slight nervousness in her eyes, but I can’t blame her for that. This scares the shit out of me, too.
“Chess?” she asks.
“Sure.”
“Good. I was afraid you’d chicken out since I beat you last time.”
“Oh, really?” I make a face, mocking her. “That’s not how I remember it.”
“Of course, you don’t. No one likes to remember getting whipped.”
She hops up on her knees, her arms pressing her big tits together. Thanks to her low-cut top, I have a clear view of her cleavage, and it sends a shot of energy straight to my cock.
“Want to make a wager?” I ask, wiggling my brows.
She snorts. “Careful, buddy. You’re going to lose.”
“Strip chess. You lose a chess piece, then you lose an article of clothing. First one of us to disrobe gives the other oral.”
“I don’t know if I want to win or lose,” she says, laughing. “This is a terrible game.”
“Well, I guess that’s the good part of our wager. We both win no matter how it ends.”
She licks her lips, her eyes heated. “Losers first.”
I study the board, trying to remember how she played last time. Nothing comes to mind other than what she’s going to look like riding my cock in a few minutes. I grimace, adjusting myself and then moving out a knight.
Fuck it.
Astrid immediately pushes a pawn forward. I move mine so it’s face-to-face with hers.
“Interesting choice,” she says, moving her knight to protect her pawn.
“I like to keep things fun.” I use my bishop to attack her knight. “Your move.”
She takes a moment to interpret the board, ultimately deciding not to address my move. Instead, she mirrors my position and moves her bishop.
“Ah,” I say, taking her knight with gusto. “Lose the shirt, sweetheart.”
She peels the fabric away from her body and over her head, leaving her tits overflowing in a black bra that’s so sheer that I can make out her peaked nipples and dark areolas.
Motherfucker. I suck in a breath, catching her shirt as she tosses it my way. My blood is so hot that it singes my veins. All I can think about is getting my mouth on her and burying myself into her little body.
“Lose the shirt, Adler.” She takes my bishop with an outside pawn, snapping it off the board and humming as I toss my shirt on the floor. “Good lord. There should be a rule that you aren’t allowed to wear a shirt when we’re alone.”
“I’d prefer you naked when we’re alone, so arrangements can be made.”
“We might be able to work out a deal.”
I move a pawn to attack her bishop, but I see my mistake as soon as my hand is off the piece.
“Pants,” she says, taking my knight with her bishop. “Get them off.”
I slide my shorts down my legs and kick them near my shirt. My cock springs free, already hard and swollen in anticipation of her tight pussy. I fist myself at the base, jacking myself from root to tip while watching her eyes widen.