Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 72655 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 363(@200wpm)___ 291(@250wpm)___ 242(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72655 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 363(@200wpm)___ 291(@250wpm)___ 242(@300wpm)
“You have a really nice…well, not a manstick.” Seriously, yes. I just said that.
She laughs. “Thank you. I appreciate that.”
The only thing I can say to make it better is nothing at all, so instead, I let my hand slide down her belly to the softest part of her. She’s drenched, and when I meet her folds, she rocks into my fingers and makes a soft keening sound.
“Holy god, yes. More.” Her hand clenches around my dick. Above us, the stars are still shining on the ceiling. “I thought you were such an arse when I first met you. I thought you had to control everything and that you were all vengeance is power, and power is vengeance, and I’ll make you pay, and I’ll ruin your life. I thought you were a bit of a demon. But still, there was something wrong with me because there was some part of me that was turned on. I’d never met anyone like you. I’d never smelled anyone like you. You smelled so good. You still smell so good.”
My fingers pause right near her clit. “Are you serious?”
Her eyes open slowly, and she looks up at me directly. Fearlessly. That’s the part of her I was most struck by the first time we met. How smart she is, and how strong she is. She drew me in, and I needed to see her again.
“Sort of. Maybe. For a little bit, I thought so.”
“No, I wasn’t. I just did the first irrational thing I thought of to see you again,” I mumble.
“You knew my name. You could have just come to my house.”
“I thought you’d go and get an order of protection under the bounds of stalking and harassment.”
“Hmm.” Her hand steals along my shaft, her fingers running over the head. My hips thrust into her hand, and my dick pulses in her palm. “I changed my mind after you were willing to give the shares over to the employees the way you did. I also thought you wanted to make a point. That you were backing me into a corner with the fake dating idea by buying the company. I thought you were a man of extreme extremes.”
“It was all wrapped up together. But really, I just wanted to see you again,” I tell her honestly.
“Then you really are crazy, Bergamont.”
“Do you like that brand of crazy?” I ask.
“I didn’t understand that brand of crazy, and I’m still not sure I understand everything. It didn’t even occur to me to think about it that way until that night with Connor and Gen. What he said.”
“I couldn’t just come out and tell you. You’d think I was a man of extreme extremes, and you wouldn’t want to work for me anymore. Or with me.”
“Hmm. I think I could make pudding with you.’
“Is that a euphemism?”
She answers by tightening her fist around my dick. My eyes slam shut, but I still see all the stars as her hand pumps me slowly.
“I’m not sure,” she purrs. “I think I’d like to make pudding with you well into the future. All the flavors. And speaking of pudding, I just thought of a new one. Camping under the stars.”
Chapter sixteen
Evilla
Mont looks like a god dipped in chocolate sauce. Isn’t everything better with chocolate? In this case, I think he might be the one exception. I can’t imagine him getting any more delicious or freaking hot and muscly, even if he was slathered in melted chocolate.
He guides me down to the sleeping bags that are sprawled out on top of the air pads. Oh look. They do inflate on their own. And they stayed inflated, even with our combined weight.
I wrap my legs around Mont’s hips. He’s hard, hot fire above me.
“Hold on one second.” He can still reach his jeans while he’s on top, and he takes a small packet out of the jeans pocket. Right, protection. Duh.
“Thank goodness you’re thinking straight,” I tell him.
“I don’t know if that’s the right term because I don’t know if I’m thinking at all.”
“Well, I’m not. All my brain keeps saying is put your dick inside me right now. But like, to you. Not to me. That wouldn’t make any sense.”
“Christ.” He strokes down my center. I’m probably dripping by now.
“Oh my god. That’s good. Yes, please. Wow.” I ride his finger, and he hasn’t even stuck it inside me.
Torturous? Yeah, that was all week long while I thought about doing this. We should have finished last time. A week is a long, long, loooonnnnnnggggg freaking time. It’s a miracle I didn’t blurt out inappropriate things in meetings.
Evilla, what does your market research show us about pudding this week?
Sex. All the sex.
What new flavor of pudding do you think people would love to see next?
Bergamont.
What ingredients would make up such a delicacy of a pudding?