Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 75481 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 377(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75481 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 377(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
When he gasped, our eyes connected. “I like when you call me that. Even though I shouldn’t.”
He tenderly stroked his thumb over my jaw, then my cheek, and when I angled my face into his touch, the needy desperation in his eyes matched my own. My stomach felt like it had been pitched off the side of a cliff. “You should. You totally should.”
“Damn, Shae, the things you say.”
A strangled curse word left his lips when my palm encircled the base of his shaft, and my gaze zeroed in on his dick again. I licked a hesitant path around the glans, as if I were a novice, but right then, I certainly felt like one. He trembled as I wet a stripe down the length to the root. I fit the tip of his shaft in my mouth and reveled in how wide it stretched my lips. I shut my eyes and groaned, trying like hell to stay present.
I pushed down my sweats and jerked my cock as my entire body thrummed, unable to believe my luck. I’d blown guys before, yet this was something altogether different—not only because he was my boss, but because of how responsive he was to me and every little touch.
“Fuck, so good,” he said as I fit more of his length between my lips.
He reached for me, roughly tangling his fingers in my hair, and I enjoyed the burn as he tugged, as if trying to get himself under control.
I got into a rhythm, with my hand low on his shaft and my tongue flicking up and down his length. “Use me. Fuck my mouth.”
He moaned shamelessly as his fingers framed my face and looked into my eyes as if making sure the request was real. I kissed the tip, then redoubled my efforts, drawing his entire length into my mouth.
Using my shoulders for leverage, he rocked his hips upward, shutting his eyes and panting openly. My throat burned as much as my eyes, but I loved watching him lose control, his thrusts turning sloppy and jagged.
“I’m…I’m gonna come.”
I reached down to squeeze his balls, my thumb circling his hole as he bucked his hips and came with a shudder. I hollowed my cheeks and swallowed his load as it spurted down my throat.
When his cock softened in my mouth, I drew back and watched him in wonder—his unraveling, his softened gaze, the trace of a smile on his lips.
Fucking hell, he was stunning.
I stood and began stroking my stiff cock in earnest.
He batted my hand away. “Let me.”
“I won’t complain,” I grunted, nearly on the verge of shooting all over the place. His hand circled my cock, and he stroked upward as he watched my face. I was too far gone to care, so I just let it all hang out, thrusting my hips into his palm and chasing my orgasm.
Just as my spine felt that familiar tingle and I saw stars in front of my eyes, Rowan slid to his knees and stuffed my cock into his mouth. Ropey jets of come spurted inside his mouth as I shuddered my way through a fucking intense orgasm. “Ro. Oh God, so good.”
And this was when I realized what a gentle lover he was, as he drew back and seemed to marvel at my softening cock. His hand brushed over my hip and into the hair at my groin, his eyes wide with wonder, which made me shiver again.
I pitched forward, unable to hold myself up any longer, and he pulled me onto the mattress with him. We lay side by side, lazily kissing as we came back to ourselves. I could taste myself on his lips, and mixed with his come on my tongue, it was something else altogether.
Exhaustion took hold, and I tried not to shut my eyes, but it was impossible.
“Guess we don’t have anything to clean up this time,” he mused, and I smiled against his lips.
We stayed that way, bodies and faces pressed close, and I felt him relax against me in sleep. Holy shit, this was heady.
But as any good hookup went, it needed to end, so I rolled away from his arms. He murmured in his sleep, and I watched him a moment longer before padding across the hall to my room.
“How come you left early last night?” Tony asked me at breakfast by the pool.
I held in a yawn because I was still tired after tossing and turning last night. I wished I’d stayed in Rowan’s room, in the warmth of the moment, but had I done that, this morning would’ve proven even more awkward.
“Because I knew we had an early morning and a ton to do,” I replied, then shoveled in a spoonful of eggs so I didn’t make any blunders.
I felt Rowan shift beside me.