Total pages in book: 40
Estimated words: 35957 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 180(@200wpm)___ 144(@250wpm)___ 120(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35957 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 180(@200wpm)___ 144(@250wpm)___ 120(@300wpm)
“Thank god you didn’t.” Her body arches more, moves faster, her rhythm gets wild, head falling back on her shoulders. Her blonde hair tumbles from the low bun she had it in, perspiration dots her temples, and I can tell she’s close, so fucking close, and I’ll be lucky if I don’t come in my damn pants.
“Yeah, thank god I didn’t.” Her hands grip my shoulders tightly, and since we aren’t as close as we were, I’m able to take her in completely. Her lips look bee-stung from our kissing, her cheeks are red, chest heavy, and nipples puckered. The rolling of her hips has me zeroing in on the space between her legs. The lace is soaking wet, thighs quivering. It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever laid eyes on.
“I’ll never get over this. I’ll never only want this once. I’ll never want this to end.” The admission rolls off my lips with a groan of my own. Some rules are meant to be broken.
“Crew.” A rush of breath leaves Serena, her body locks up, and thank god she comes on a quiet sigh, or we’d be in trouble. However, it’d be worth it. Everything will be when it comes to Serena.
“Goddamn, you’re pretty when you fall apart.” The spell breaks, and while I’m worried about the aftermath that’s sure to come, it never does. In its place is a serene smile, one where all I can do is kiss her until both of us are breathless.
8
SERENA
My plan was aborted, and I’m not even mad about it. In fact, I feel incredible after Crew allowed me to use his body as my private toy without expecting anything from me. Well, it’s a breath of fresh air.
I’m still in his lap, my body completely exhausted. Crew’s arms are wrapped around my lower back. We’re so close to one another that I didn’t think it was possible, but he seems to like having me right here, and I’m bone tired. It’s a different than usual type of exhaustion. This one is more of the stress leaving my body from feeling all the feels and worrying myself over how to act or not act.
It looks like luck was on my side. I didn’t mean to knock over the pens at the exact time Crew walked in. I just happened to shine at my brightest moments when it comes to being clumsy.
“I probably should get up, or, you know, return the favor.” I feel Crew’s body move on its own accord, or maybe he does it on purpose. Either way, the flexing of his hips tells me once again I got mine, and he did not get his.
“Enjoying you right where you are. As for returning the favor, I can wait. This time was for you. Plus, I'm pretty sure we’ve got maybe five more minutes until Mary barges in, or worse, your uncle,” he mumbles against my hair, causing the whisps to tickle my heated flesh. A shiver moves through my body, and in doing so, my center collides with his still rock-hard cock. “Though, you keep wiggling your hot body on my dick, I might not be able to hold back. We’d have to move this into the attached restroom since everyone and their brother has a key to my office.”
He sounds quite perturbed with that information, and I’m not exactly sure how to respond to it. One thing I do know for sure is I really don’t want to be caught in a compromising position, especially with my ass bared to the outside world. And as much as I’d like to explore what Crew and I have going on, I’m thinking that delivering the news to the world this way might be a bit much.
“Speaking of, I should probably use the bathroom to freshen up. Unless you need it?” His eyes sear mine. I’m burning up like an inferno from the inside out.
“You go first. Maybe by the time you come out, I’ll have this under control.” His hips flex, and his hands squeeze the cheeks of my ass, but what he doesn’t do is push me away or let me go, leading me to take matters into my own hands. At least until tonight, as much as I’d like to think one round with Crew where I dry humped him would appease my ever-present hormones. I know the truth of the matter means I’ll be using my trusty toy or my fingers in the comfort of my bed.
“Are you sure?” I ask, nibbling the inside of my cheek while attempting to slither off his lap.
“About letting you go? Absolutely not. About letting you use the facilities first? Yeah, I’m sure.” His lips crash against mine, taking me with a fevered frenzy, fast and hot, tongues tangling, breaths mingling. It’s nothing like the first time we kissed. That one was more of a slow seduction, while this one is scorching hot and more along the lines of neither of us getting enough of the other.