Total pages in book: 114
Estimated words: 106150 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 531(@200wpm)___ 425(@250wpm)___ 354(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 106150 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 531(@200wpm)___ 425(@250wpm)___ 354(@300wpm)
Bash snorted. His face was flushed and his lips slick with spit. “I don’t think she was imagining the dining room would function quite this way. You have ink on your shoulder.”
“Don’t care,” I said, breath heaving between sucks and licks. “Shut up and keep going.”
As soon as I saw him take my dick back into his mouth, I let go. A cross between a grunt and a whimper left me as my orgasm struck. I did my best to keep jacking Bash, but I wasn’t the best multitasker. Within seconds, Bash shoved me onto my back on the rough rug and bit out a quick “Can I?” before putting his cock against my lips.
I opened happily and sucked him down again, grabbing his bare ass with my fingers and encouraging him to fuck my face. It was a filthy scramble on the floor, the two of us sweaty and grunting as he thrust deep into my throat, causing me to gag, but as soon as I swallowed his release and tried catching my breath, Bash lay propped beside me, slowing his touches down to a gentle caress, a sweet tenderness that made my eyes sting.
“You okay?” he murmured between soft kisses to my cheek and neck.
“Mmhm.”
“You did so good. You sure I didn’t hurt you? Is your back scratched up?”
It was. It definitely was. And I was going to feel it in the morning. But…
“I liked it.” My voice was wrecked. “A lot,” I said, just to hear the result of the experience again. It made me feel grown-up somehow, which would have made me sound hopelessly childish if I’d tried explaining it to anyone. But I was finally here experiencing sexual pleasure with another man. And not just any man.
Sebastian Dayne was gorgeous and sexy. Smart and strong. He was an intoxicating combination of confidence and charisma. It wasn’t that he was too good for me—Daisy would have hated my insecurity, so I fought it—but it was impossible not to think that his life full of mansions, and cars with drivers, and high-powered corporate negotiations, and billions of dollars was not where I belonged.
“What are you thinking?” Bash asked. His fingers moved gently through the damp hair on my chest, and his spent cock lay sticky against the outside of my thigh.
“I want to do everything with you,” I said, admitting a different truth because I couldn’t bring myself to spoil the moment. “I like seeing you come. I like sharing that with you. There’s nowhere I’d rather be right now.”
Bash’s face lit up enough to strike my insecurity down. Seeing the joy on his face was worth exposing my vulnerability to him.
“Nowhere else?” he teased, glancing up at the table beside us and the chairs that had been knocked askew. “I was thinking maybe next time we could aim for someplace less dangerous, like a nice comfy bed. But I should have remembered how fond you were of furniture.”
“What can I say, Bash?” I said in my quirky billionaire voice. “Sterling Chase lives on the edge. You should see him under an antique desk.”
“Oh, believe me, that’s on the list, sir.” Bash sighed happily. “Bubbles’s loss is definitely my gain.”
I laughed out loud, then winced as the motion did not-great things for my abraded skin.
Bash rolled, pulling me on top of him, and stroked my cheek. “I feel exactly the same, you know. As much as I hate the reason we have to be here, there’s nowhere else I’d rather be.”
We stayed like that for a while, touching and teasing and flirting until the discomfort of dried sweat and semen mixed with the hard floor finally urged us to get cleaned up.
Thankfully, the ease between us continued over the next several days. In fact, he was so sweet, and things were so easy, it was hard to remember all the reasons I shouldn’t get too comfortable.
In this bubble, just Rowe and Bash, it was easy to forget about pesky real-world things, like the people in Linden, Indiana, who were expecting me back any day now. Or how many favors I was going to owe Joey for taking over all my shifts for the week. Or the responsibilities that came with Bash’s wealth, like running Sterling Chase. Or the knowledge that all of this peace would end in a disastrous blaze once Bash confronted Austin back in the city next week.
Over the next few days, we returned to our work pulling data together, taking breaks now and then to walk hand in hand on the beach and enjoy every hot inch of each other’s bodies in bed at night. Sleeping with Bash was a dream… one I didn’t want to wake from ever. His warm, solid presence, usually with strong arms wrapped around me or thick thighs thrown over my legs, was better than any fantasy.