Total pages in book: 133
Estimated words: 131888 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 659(@200wpm)___ 528(@250wpm)___ 440(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 131888 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 659(@200wpm)___ 528(@250wpm)___ 440(@300wpm)
But she didn’t continue removing her clothes. She now stood before him still wearing her heels, panties and blouse. With her hands on her hips, she also wore a stern expression. “Nox. Do we want to have the janitor join us for a threesome, or do we want to keep it intimate and only between the two of us?”
“If I was going to have a threesome, it wouldn’t be with a man.” A second after that claim, he realized what she was hinting at… the possibility of them getting caught.
The corners of her lips twitched, and her eyes sparkled with amusement. “I never said the janitor was a man.”
It was a logical assumption when she previously called the janitor a “him.” Maybe he misheard her.
“Well, if that’s the case…” His brain glitched and he frowned. “Hold up. You’d have a threesome with another woman?” This was an interesting turn of events.
“It took you over a year and a half to have sex with one. Do you think you’re up for sex with two?”
Damn. “You know how to hit a guy when he’s down.”
“That guy needs to drop his drawers and sit down so we can boink.”
“Jesus Christ, if I accidentally say boink in front of my brothers…”
“I’m sure they’ve heard it before.”
“Not from me.” He unfastened his leather belt, popped the button out of the loop and unzipped his cargo pants.
Her watching him closely made his cock kick in his now very snug boxer briefs.
As he began to drop his cargos, she said, “All the way off. I want to see what I’m riding first.”
“Yes, ma’am,” he responded again, but not as forceful as the first time.
“We’re also going to face each other.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“You can stop calling me ma’am now.”
“I’m trying to be respectful.”
“What we’re about to do isn’t close to respectful. And if it is, I don’t want to do it.”
He snorted and shook his head.
“You need to take your boots off first,” she reminded him since, apparently, his common sense was down in his dick hanging out with his brain cells.
“Good call.” At least someone’s brain was functioning. He dropped to the chair and unlaced his boots, pulling them off. He glanced up as he was tucking the laces inside the boots. “Socks on or off?”
“Do you have cloven hooves you’re hiding?”
“Not at all, but I’m sure the floor isn’t the cleanest.”
“We’re back to the janitor joining us, are we? Socks on, socks off, I’m not in this closet for your feet.”
He decided to keep his bare feet off the floor and left his socks on. “Shirt on or off?”
“When did sex turn into a damn quiz?” she teased. “If we were both twenty years younger, we’d be ripping off each other’s clothes and not caring about the details.”
“Got it. No questions, only boinking.”
He paused to watch her when her husky laugh hit his ears. Laughter really was the best medicine. Especially when it came from Liyah.
Because of her, the black cloud that had been hanging over his head for so damn long was beginning to clear.
He got to his feet but hesitated before pushing his pants down. “Where’s the condom?”
“I have it under control, don’t worry.”
“Do I look worried?”
“You look like you’re still dressed.”
“Easy fix.” He shoved his cargo pants down and they dropped to his feet. “Good?”
She shook her head.
He hooked his fingers in his boxer briefs next and as he pushed those down, they got hung up on his erection. After fighting to free it, he finished shoving them down his legs and stepped free. “Better?”
When she didn’t answer, he glanced at her to find her staring at his cock. And that caused it to flex and a pearly bead of precum to form at the slit. “Liyah?”
“Oh yes, much better.” She pointed a finger at the chair again. “Now sit.”
He sat, but he almost jumped back to his feet since the metal seat was shockingly cold against his bare ass and balls. He should’ve put something between him and a chair that was probably as clean as the floor.
Too late.
“Now you.” She still wore panties and they needed to go.
She shook her head and glanced around until she spotted his cargo pants. She snatched them up and folded them.
“You don’t need to do—” He swallowed the rest when he realized she was folding them up to put them on the ground between his feet. What was she doing?
With a wicked look in her eyes, she shoved his knees apart even farther.
“Liyah?”
“Do you really want to ask more questions right now?”
“I’ll figure it out on my own.”
“Good call.” She braced her hands on his knees to help lower herself to hers.
“You don’t have to do that.” His throat tightened at the sight of her kneeling between his legs and his heart raced with anticipation on what would happen next.