Total pages in book: 98
Estimated words: 94687 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 473(@200wpm)___ 379(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94687 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 473(@200wpm)___ 379(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
“Relax for me,” Merrick coaxes, his voice gravelly, and I frantically search the reflections for one that shows me the explicit scene. Unfortunately, it’s blocked by Merrick’s bare ass, so I lean forward, straining to see from this award angle.
“That’s my girl.” Henry chuckles. “I can’t believe you talked me into this.”
I barely notice the couple behind us—Margo’s wet mouth making obscene noises as she pleasures Joel—as Merrick slowly works a finger past the tight ring and into his friend at my bidding.
Henry moans as Merrick adds a second finger, following the same painstakingly slow process until Henry’s body accepts him.
“You good?” Merrick asks, his eyes locked on Henry.
Henry inhales sharply and then answers with a gruff “Yeah. I’m ready.”
Merrick lowers Henry’s thigh to the floor.
Henry’s hips start rocking again, cautiously at first, adjusting to the intrusion. But it’s not long before, with a soft groan and a curse, he finally picks up the tempo.
Merrick’s muscular frame remains sandwiched between Henry’s thighs, so close to where we’re joined, his free hand resting on Henry’s thigh. He doesn’t relent, his lips parted as he holds his position, meeting every thrust of Henry’s with his own as Henry comes down on his friend’s hand. Soon, Henry’s soft moans are timed with it as well.
“He’s enjoying this, I promise,” Merrick whispers, his breathing shallow as he settles on his haunches and watches. “And so are you. Fuck, you are so wet.” He licks his lower lip, looking seconds away from leaning in to join in with his mouth.
I wouldn’t mind that in this heated moment, even if his aim isn’t for me. Just imagining his tongue on both of us …
Henry picks up speed and I lose control. With a high-pitched cry, I arch my back and let my climax overtake me, my body trembling as my sex spasms around Henry’s length for what feels like an eternity, the sensation overwhelming.
Henry follows with a desperate sound that I don’t recall ever hearing from him before, his hips jerking erratically as he throbs and shudders inside me. He’s holding me against him so tightly, every muscle in his body seems to be constricting. I’m sure my skin will be marred by bruises tomorrow.
Merrick’s throaty moans trail ours, and when I come down off my high, he’s bowed forward, his shoulders heaving as he strokes out another orgasm.
“Holy fuck.” Henry releases my legs and pulls down my skirt to cover me from view. “I have created a monster,” he whispers against my ear.
I twist in his lap to meet his lips with mine. “Are you okay? You’re not mad at me?” I can’t read anything behind that stupid mask.
He chuckles through ragged breaths. “I’m fine.”
I hesitate. “Did you enjoy that?”
“You made it hard not to.”
I frown, unsure what that means. I open my mouth to ask when he cuts me off with another kiss. “But if you ever ask me for that again, expect Margo’s tongue in your pussy immediately after because that is something I really enjoyed.”
“One and done. Got it.” I guess that’s fair.
Merrick has already slipped his fingers out of Henry. He collects my black panties from the floor and wipes his slick hands on them.
“Hey!”
He grins. “Sorry, but I need these more than you do.”
“You think you can get those shoes back on?” Henry whispers, handing me my bra.
“As long as we’re heading home now.” Between the stilettos and the lack of anything under my short skirt, I’m ready to call it a night.
“Deal.” He shifts me off his lap so he can pull up his pants. I fix my costume.
I was so wrapped up in us that I didn’t notice Joel finish.
Margo pouts as she watches us all dress. “But what about me?”
Joel says something in French that seems to appease her.
“This way?” Merrick points and heads the way we came, giving Henry’s shoulder a friendly pat on his way past. As if nothing that just happened was out of the ordinary.
Henry stoops to collect the silver toy off the floor, slipping it into his pocket. Leaning down to kiss my temple, he whispers in my ear, “And you think I’ll get bored?”
CHAPTER 13
Henry curses as the phone rings for a third time.
“It could be important.”
“It fucking better be,” he growls into his pillow. “It’s ten a.m. on a Sunday.”
A dull throb aches in my temples from the mix of hard liquor and wine. “Answer it and make them go away.”
Henry paws at his nightstand for his phone. He answers with a groggy “Yeah.”
I crack an eyelid and admire his muscular body as he lies on his stomach, my mind drifting to last night, to how he always pushes my boundaries.
And how I always let him. Happily.
After a few moments of listening to whoever’s on the other end, Henry rolls and sits at the edge of the bed, his demeanor changing instantly. “When?”