Total pages in book: 120
Estimated words: 113464 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 567(@200wpm)___ 454(@250wpm)___ 378(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 113464 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 567(@200wpm)___ 454(@250wpm)___ 378(@300wpm)
“You heard me. We both are well aware of what happened the other night. There’s no point in denying it. I know you got off, and I know you watched me get off.” His lip ticks up at the side. “Or maybe you thought I didn’t see you.”
“I…” My brain is melting into a puddle of mush. I’ve always played it safe. I’ve always done what was expected of me. Maybe I don’t want to do that anymore.
“Tell me, little bird, because I’m curious. Have you touched your pussy since that night?” His rough, deep voice echoes through me. The nickname. He said it again. I want to ask him what it means, why he calls me that, but my tongue refuses to work.
It’s one thing to have fantasized about this moment, but another to have him between my thighs, trapping me on the desk. While I’m still reeling from the shock, a tiny voice in my head cuts through the frantic confusion. It speaks only two small words, but their impact is formidable. Why not?
“Don’t be shy, Bianca.” His whisper of breath on my cheek pulls me back to the present. “There’s nothing to be ashamed of. I’ve touched myself since that night. Many times. Over and over, and over again.” Fuck. His voice wraps around me, tugging me deeper into him.
“Yes.”
“And what were you thinking about while you touched yourself? Me stroking my cock. Or were you wishing for my tongue and fingers to be inside you? Were you jealous, Bianca? Jealous that it was her pussy juices soaking my chin and not yours?”
Oh god, we should not be doing this. My pussy should not be clenching like this. Shame burns my cheeks.
I try to turn away, but his strong fingers grasp onto my chin and force me to face him. “I know that look. The guilt. Shame. There’s no reason to feel any of those things. I loved it. I was watching you every second. Nothing we did was wrong.” His nostrils flare, each breath louder and more ragged than the next. “I have a confession to make. It was you who got me off. Not her. All I saw was you on your knees, your pretty lips parting for my cock, your gags and moans in my ear.” His pink tongue darts out over his bottom lip, and it’s all I can do not to lick my own lips. “And I’ve never come so fucking hard, not without touching someone.” I can’t breathe or think when he’s saying these things. “Imagine how explosive we would be together.”
Even though I know this is real, I still can’t let myself believe it.
“I know what you’re thinking, Bianca.” His voice dips low again, and I press my thighs together to ease some of the ache. “This is wrong. We shouldn’t be doing this. It can’t possibly be real. But it is. And I want more, need more. I know it’s what you want too.”
He’s teasing me, daring me to cross the invisible line of morality. Because he knows that’s all I’ve wanted since I was old enough to see him through a woman’s eyes.
“Tell me it’s what you want,” he orders. “Or better yet, tell me you don’t want me so I can forget that night. So I can pretend like it never happened.” His jaw clenches. It’s clear he’s been torturing himself over the memory as much as I have.
Make the right choice.
You’re a good girl.
But I don’t want to be good. I don’t want to make the choice everyone expects me to make. I’ll never learn to fly if I don’t escape the cage.
“Yes,” I whisper. “I want you.”
“Fuck. You have no idea the mistake you made admitting that to me.” A smile slowly twists his lips, and his perfectly straight white teeth shine through. “I need to see you. See how you made yourself come, how you touched your pussy until your cunt was wet and needy, wishing it was my tongue and fingers inside it.”
Oh, fuck. I want to, but this is entirely wrong. In every way. Tatum’s face appears in my mind. What if she found out? I must hesitate too long since the next thing I know, an animalistic growl fills my ears, and his fingers release my chin and drop to the waistband of my leggings. All I can do is gasp, the swift movement jarring me forward when he tugs them down my legs. The cool air kisses my heated skin, and a shiver rips through me.
He tosses the leggings to the floor and directs his attention back to me. It’s only when he covers my knees with those big hands that I finally manage to speak. “What are you doing?”
He pauses, and uneasiness flickers across his face. “What am I doing?” I don’t know if he’s asking himself or me.