Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 85838 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 429(@200wpm)___ 343(@250wpm)___ 286(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85838 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 429(@200wpm)___ 343(@250wpm)___ 286(@300wpm)
My bones vibrate with lust. I’m going to need a minute. Hell, I’m going to need to pace myself to survive sex of any kind with him.
I take a few deep breaths to regain my composure, then uncurl my hands from around his. “Get off the machine.”
He slowly lets go of the handles, stands, then glances at the door.
I go lock it, then turn around. If we move to the corner of the gym, no one can see us through the glass. No one can come in until I unlock it. And one of the best things about my building’s private gym?
It’s exactly that. Private.
No security cameras in sight.
I point to a rack of weights in the corner. “Stand in front of the mirror,” I tell him.
He obeys. I walk to him and stop a foot away, meeting his gaze in the reflection. Then I grab his right wrist, crank it behind his back.
A groan rips from his throat. His mouth falls open in pleasure.
“Yes, fucking yes,” he says.
I slide my left hand down his left arm, thread my fingers through his, then I jerk our arms across his pecs, banding his arm under mine.
He’s at my mercy—just the way he wants.
15
MIRROR GAMES
MADDOX
On paper, this is a bad idea. In practice, this is the only idea.
Especially when Zane whispers darkly in my ear, “Look at you. Just fucking look at you.”
I stare wantonly at the sight of us. My cock tents my shorts, a hard ridge announcing my desires. He’s got me pinned, but I want to feel more.
“Want your cock against me,” I say, shameless in my wishes, giving in to the utter wrongness of this moment—to the dangerous thrill of whatever my client wants to do to me.
“Yeah? You sure about that?” he taunts.
I angle my ass, asking with my body. “Let me feel how hard you are.”
Zane pushes his hard-on against my ass. I haul in a breath. His cock is a fucking flagpole, and I want him to plant it there.
“Not gonna fuck you now. Got other plans for you,” he grits out, brushing his lips along the side of my neck.
“Will I like your plans?” I ask, teasing.
“Well, let’s find the fuck out,” he says, then rubs his dick against me a few more times. “God, your ass. Your perfect fucking ass. It’s driving me insane.”
He drops his mouth to my jaw, kissing me hard, then meets my gaze in the mirror again. We look…lost in lust. “Show me your dick. But just the head,” he whispers. “Fucking tease me with it.”
I shake, lust speeding through my veins.
Gently, he lets go of my right arm. I shove my hand into my compression shorts, freeing my dick, tugging up, letting the tip poke above the waistband. “Like that?” I ask into the mirror.
Like a good lawyer, I only ask a question when I know the answer.
Zane roars, grinding his cock against my ass as his wild eyes stare at my dick. A drop of arousal pearls over the head. “You’re fucking leaking. Gimme a taste,” he urges.
I swipe the pre-come off the tip then lift my thumb. He sucks off my arousal, his eyes squeezing shut. “Mmm. Want to taste you everywhere. Every inch of your body. Your ass, your balls, your cock, your chest,” he mutters in my ear.
Lust seizes me, and I rock back against him more. “Have me. Anywhere. Everywhere.”
We won’t do all these things today. We probably won’t ever. This has to be a one-time thing. But at least for now, because I can’t resist him, I want him to know my body is his for the asking.
“Show me more of that dick. Tease me.” It’s a command, but I hear the need too.
I grip my shaft, drawing it halfway above the band of my shorts.
“Fuuuuuck, Mad. Holy fuck.” His lips come down hard on my neck, and he jerks my face closer, kissing me savagely for a few delirious seconds, then letting go. “Your dick’s so fucking big. So fucking beautiful,” he says against my lips.
Pleasure rushes over my skin, the praise lighting me up. “What do you want me to do with it?”
“Stroke that beautiful cock. Like you do every night, thinking of me,” he says. His body is painted against mine. There’s no space between us—I don’t want any. I free my cock all the way, then grip myself hard, sliding my hand up and over the head, squeezing another drop of arousal.
“Gimme,” he mutters.
I let the mirror guide me as I rub my thumb across his lips. His face is blissed out, and then sharp and in control again as he lets go of my other arm. “Hands against the mirror,” he commands.
I comply, pressing my palms to the glass, my cock pointing at his reflection. “What else do you want?” I ask.