Total pages in book: 105
Estimated words: 102411 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 512(@200wpm)___ 410(@250wpm)___ 341(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 102411 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 512(@200wpm)___ 410(@250wpm)___ 341(@300wpm)
Oh.
Ohhh.
I’ve heard of her, seen her name pop up, but I pass most music by. “I knew you felt sort of familiar. I have to confess I don’t know your music though. I’m more of an audiobook bloke.”
She smiles, but it vanishes quickly. “It’s okay. Most of my fans are young women. But what I really wanted to tell you is…” Her tone sounds serious. “You might also know me as Erik Karlsson’s ex.”
I sit up straight against the seat, my smile erased. “You were involved with that prick?” My lower lip curls, and I can’t mask the distaste in my mouth.
“Yeah,” she says, wincing, like she’s embarrassed.
And…I’d better rewind. I set a hand on her bare thigh. “I didn’t mean it like that. I’m not saying you chose badly. I’m not blaming you because he’s a prick. We all tend to get involved with the wrong people at some point. So let me amend that. I’m so bloody glad you’re not with that arsehole anymore.” I squeeze her thigh. She shudders. “Since it means you can go out with me.”
Now I’m really being presumptuous, but I’m okay with that.
A smile shifts her lips. “Really? I was so worried you’d think I’d tricked you.”
I roam my hand down to her knee, savoring the way she trembles under my touch as I counter with, “Well, did you? Trick me?”
I expect an immediate no.
What I get is a shrug. A guilty one. An admission. But it’s kind of a sexy shrug. It’s chased with a sparkle in her pretty eyes. “How did you trick me, Camden?” I’m intrigued, and maybe a little wary. But mostly curious.
She tilts her head, holding my gaze straight on. Her lips are parted, but she takes a beat before she finally answers. “I didn’t tell you who I was because I didn’t want it to ruin my grand plan.”
“Okay, now I’m really intrigued. What’s your grand plan?”
She doesn’t look away as she says, “I have to admit, I thought it’d be really hot to fuck Erik’s rival.”
My jaw drops.
I’m not normally surprised. Being quick on your feet comes with the territory of being an athlete. But I’m not sure how to take that invitation at first.
Until she slides a hand up the buttons on my dress shirt, coasting toward the collar. “Especially since your kisses make me so much hotter than his did.”
And now I know how to take her invitation since I can’t resist a competitive challenge.
I cover her hand with mine, haul her close. “Then by all means, let’s make this grand plan of yours happen right fucking now. And I can show you exactly how much better I am than him. At everything.”
6
INSPIRATIONAL FUCK
CAMDEN
I’m down to my bra and panties and I’m soaked. This scrap of lace between my thighs is utterly useless since Shaw Coleman is a king on and off the ice.
I’m spread out on his big bed in his highline penthouse, with a view of the Hudson River lit up at night, and I’m a hot, wet mess as this man tugs down the cups of my bra. Caresses my tits with his mouth. Kisses my stomach. Roams his hands along my sides. Then brushes his mouth across the top of my panties.
I’m aching. “Please,” I moan.
He flicks his tongue across the lace. “Please what?”
“Please take them off and—”
“Fuck you with my tongue?”
Sparks shoot across my skin. “Or your fingers. Or your cock. I don’t even care. I just need something.”
Shaw pushes up and moves over me, bracing himself on his palms and looking down into my eyes. “Camden, don’t just pick something. With me, you can have everything. I can make you come all night long. And if you can’t choose, I’ll just start with a nice, slow, wet kiss,” he says, then slides the tip of his tongue along his lips, “along your very pretty cunt.”
I gasp. This man. His mouth is sinful. “Yessss.”
He drops a tease of a kiss to my throat. “Lie back, princess. Let me show you what getting fucked by the rival feels like…” He slides a hand down my stomach right between my thighs. “Especially since you’re so ludicrously wet.”
That’s the word for the way I feel right now—ludicrous.
But when he skims my panties off, the new word is a long, needy ohhhh.
He presses a soft kiss to my pussy, then flicks his tongue down, like he’s lapping up all my wetness.
I arch my hips as he travels back up, the flat of his tongue worshipping me.
He roams his hands down the back of my thighs, then pushes my knees up to my waist, opening me, making me feel so damn vulnerable and wildly aroused at the same time as he eats me like I’m a decadent crème brûlée and he’s licking every last drop off the spoon. He pushes my knees higher up, opening me even more while he draws a dizzying circle around my pussy with his wicked tongue.