Total pages in book: 50
Estimated words: 49239 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 246(@200wpm)___ 197(@250wpm)___ 164(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 49239 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 246(@200wpm)___ 197(@250wpm)___ 164(@300wpm)
“I was on night shift for nine years,” Benton says. “I promise my guard will be up every minute tonight.”
Even though Dom’s in town, Benton is staying here tonight, so we don’t have to worry while we’re out or be home by a certain time.
After a week of exchanging sexy texts while he was on the road, Dom and I are both more than ready for a night alone together. We’ve only officially been on a third of a date, but the way things have progressed, it feels like we’ve been together for a while.
We say our goodbyes to everyone and leave, and I’m surprisingly relaxed as Dom pulls his Escalade out of the garage. It seems I can only be on edge for so long, and then my body forces itself to relax.
Besides, the kids are in better hands with Benton than they are with me, if I’m being honest. He’s about six-three and two hundred and twenty-five pounds.
“So, off to Angelina’s,” Dom says, looking over at me.
He made a reservation at an Italian place, and I was hungry about an hour ago, but now I only have one thing on my mind, and it’s not food.
“I thought maybe we could stop by my house and check on things first,” I say.
“Sure, no problem.”
“I have a lacy black bra there I want to check on,” I say lightly. “And some matching panties with a cutout over the crotch. I bet it would feel so good for you to fuck me in those panties.”
“Holy shit. I might run the car off the road.”
I’ve been dying to play with him like this—to finally let go and show him how much I want him.
“No one’s ever seen me in them. I just bought them to wear when I wanted to feel sexy underneath my clothes. I’ve fantasized about how naughty it would feel to get fucked in them so many times. To have someone so mad for me, he just ripped off the bra.”
“You’d better mean that,” he says in a low tone. “I’ve never been so pent up in my life.”
“It’s been more than six years since I’ve come with anyone but myself,” I admit.
“What?” He gapes at me.
I shrug. “I’ve only been with two men in that time, and I’ve never been able to come with any man the first time I was with him. So those were both one and done.”
“What the hell is wrong with some men? You’re never, ever supposed to come until she does.”
“What I’m saying is the bar is low. I’ll be blown away if I can have an orgasm.”
He scoffs. “I can do a lot better than that.”
“What have you fantasized about the most?”
His gaze turns dark and hungry as he drives well over the speed limit to get us there faster. “Having your sweet cunt in my mouth. I want to make you come harder than you ever have before.”
Well, I was already feeling wet, but now...
“This is going to be the longest drive of my life,” I say softly.
“You want me to pull over at a hotel right now?”
I smile at him. “I think we can wait another fifteen minutes.”
“Goddamn, you’re sexy.”
It does turn out to feel like it takes us an hour to drive that fifteen minutes. By the time I’m unlocking my house, my guard is up because of Jake, but I’m also shaking with anticipation.
As soon as we’re inside, Dom locks the door behind us and takes my hand, leading the way upstairs.
The queen bed I share with my sister is just like we left it that night we went to Dom’s—the comforter haphazardly pulled over the sheets so it’s kind of made. But I only get a quick look at it before Dom’s mouth is on mine, his kiss ravenous as he cups my face in his hands.
I run my hand over his erection and he groans into my mouth. We discussed birth control and STD tests by text while he was on the road—I have an implant and we’re both clean—so nothing stands in our way.
He unbuttons my shirt and tosses it aside, kissing my bare neck and chest. I exhale into his ear and tug on his hair, my nipples tight beneath the fabric of my bra. When I tug on the back of his hoodie, he pulls it up and off over his head in a quick motion.
And there it finally is. The broad, muscled chest I’ve only seen in pictures until now. It’s so much better in person; his shoulders and arms even more defined now.
I’m trying to feel every rigid dip and curve on his chest when he eases me back onto the bed, unbuttoning and unzipping my jeans and pulling them off.
He leans down, his arms on either side of me. As he comes back up to kiss me, his warm body over mine, I can’t seem to get close enough, my legs instinctively wrapping around his waist.