Total pages in book: 37
Estimated words: 36367 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 182(@200wpm)___ 145(@250wpm)___ 121(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 36367 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 182(@200wpm)___ 145(@250wpm)___ 121(@300wpm)
A growl rips from me as I shred her panties in two, tossing the pieces aside. Her bare, wet pussy is before me, and like a man starved, I feast on her.
“Fuck, January, I’ve never tasted anything so intoxicating before. Open your legs wider and rub this sweet, wet pussy against my face while I feast on my favorite meal.”
She cries out as I bite down on her clit, but does exactly what I told her to do.
“Good girl.”
My tongue lashes against her as I’m intoxicated by her taste. I’ve never craved something before but I know I will now forever crave the taste of January Frost.
As my assault on her pussy continues, she rubs it against my face. Her taste, her scent, and her soft moans have me growling against her. It’s all too much and not even close to enough.
I suck on her clit and push my fingers into her. She cries out as I feel her tighten against my fingers.
“That’s right, January. Give me your release. Let me rip it from you,” I groan.
“I’m so close,” she moans, moving against my fingers.
I pick up my speed, fucking her with my fingers while I suck and bite on her sensitive clit. She’s unraveling and I’ve never wanted it so badly.
Her loud moans switch to screams. Her pussy is squeezing my fingers like a boa constrictor. Her body is shaking, as she gets closer to falling off the edge.
I’m slamming into her, realizing that she likes it hard and fast. Just like me.
“Oh, yes,” she cries out.
“Give it to me, January,” I demand.
My lips wrap around her clit and I suck as I curl my fingers. And that’s all it takes.
My name falls from her lips as her release crashes over her body. It’s exhilarating to behold. Makes a man religious, ready to worship her all night long.
I pull my fingers out of her and lick at her while wave after wave of her orgasm continues.
As she settles I lick up her pussy and place a kiss on her clit, causing her to jump. I grin as I look up at her from between her legs.
She lifts her eyes to mine and she looks completely sated.
It’s beautiful.
“Fucking perfection,” I say with a small grin.
It’s the truth. January Frost is not just a fantasy, a fake girlfriend, or my assistant.
No, January Frost has somehow crept beneath my skin and became mine.
Chapter 9
January
* * *
I can’t believe I came all over Nicholas. I was a woman who didn’t care about anything but to live in the moment. I’m never like that.
It’s not who I am.
After Nicholas finished with me, he left to clean up in the restroom, and I passed out. And when I woke up this morning he was nowhere to be found.
I head down to the lobby, ready to meet my family for a day of fun. My nerves are on high alert when I exit the elevator and scan the lobby looking for my family. Or Nicholas.
I just don’t know what to say to him.
‘Hey, last night was great, here’s my two week’s notice.’
Ugh.
I’m a horrible person.
I’m definitely on Santa’s naughty list.
When I don’t see him, I breathe out a sigh of relief. Phew.
I barely get that breath out before February rushes toward me.
She grabs me by the arm and pulls me aside. “Did you see what the family wants to do today?”
Oh god. Knowing my family it could be anything. I just hope my mother and her sisters aren’t already planning my wedding to Nicholas.
“No, what?”
She smiles and it fades just as quickly as it appeared. “Game day in one of the ballrooms.”
“You’re kidding, right?”
“Nope. Dad booked the ballroom and we have an array of corny games ready to be played.” Feb parks a hand on her hip. “There’s even a ring of chairs in the middle of the room.”
“Oh, what’s that for?”
Feb shrugs. “Who knows. Knowing Aunt Char it’s probably some hippie sharing circle we’ll all have to partake in.”
I think about sharing my innermost feelings and cringe. I can’t tell my family anything about last night. “Is Nicholas already in there?”
She nods. “Yep,” she says, letting the P pop from her lips.
Ugh. “What a nightmare.”
“Dad’s already trying to pick out blindfolds for Pin The Tail On The Donkey, it’s kind of funny.”
I scrub a hand down my face. “Feb, listen to me. Something happened between us last night.”
Feb’s eyes grow large. Too large. She’s nearly exploding with anticipation of what could have possibly happened. She smiles, creepily I might add, at me. “What? Like something sexual?” She gasps. “Did you two have sex?”
I glance over my shoulder to make sure no one is listening to us. “No.” I pull her into a nearby ladies’ room and check the stalls to make sure we’re alone. “We didn’t have sex,” I say, once I know it’s clear.