Total pages in book: 119
Estimated words: 113699 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 568(@200wpm)___ 455(@250wpm)___ 379(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 113699 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 568(@200wpm)___ 455(@250wpm)___ 379(@300wpm)
She shudders out a sigh, and her dress rustles as she squeezes her thighs together.
But first things first.
I turn my head the faintest bit. “Does this look fake to you, Aries?”
There’s a rustle, and I press my body into Salem so she can’t slip away from me. From the corner of my eye, I catch Aries tugging off his jacket and bow tie as he settles onto a sheet-covered couch. Fuck me. I’m more turned on than I ever have been in my life.
While the idea of my best friend watching me fuck my girl seems fun, right now, in my mind, all I can see are his hands on her body as they danced. It leaves me with a bitter taste of jealousy in my mouth.
Salem is mine. Not his. Mine.
My thoughts become scattered when Salem grinds herself against me. The length of my cock presses against the zipper of my dress pants. I’m about to blow apart at the seams.
Leaning down, I nip at her ear, my breath skating across her flesh. “Do you want me to fuck you? Fuck your tight pussy right here while the party rages on in the next room?”
I pull back to gauge her reaction. The organ in my chest thumps hard as if it’s trying to escape through my ribs. With trembling fingers, I tuck a few remaining strands of dark hair behind her ear. She peers up at me, and I see two red spots have formed on her cheeks.
Is she embarrassed? If so, it doesn’t appear to outweigh her desire for me to fuck her.
“Don’t be embarrassed, beautiful. Do you trust me to take care of you?”
“Is that what you’re going to do? Are you going to fuck me while he watches? Or are you going to let him touch me, too?” I don’t miss the tremble in her voice or the way her eyes dart away from mine.
She’s worried that I’ll share her with my best friend, but she doesn’t understand.
If I couldn’t handle him dancing with her, what makes her think I’m going to let him put his dick anywhere near her? Fuck, no.
As badly as I want to lose control and give in to the primal urge to own and mark Salem’s beautiful flesh, I’m reminded of how fragile she is and how fucking important it is to soothe her worries.
“I nearly lost my mind watching him dance with you. No way in hell will I allow his cock, or any other appendage, near you.”
“If we do this again…” She catches her bottom lip with her teeth. “I don’t think I can go back. I can’t pretend anymore.”
All I can do is smile. “Good, because I don’t want to go back. I don’t want you to be my fake girlfriend, Salem.” Leaning forward, I press my forehead against hers and breathe her in. “You’re mine. All fucking mine, every perfectly imperfect inch of you. Now let me prove it to you.” Pulling back, I meet her gaze, direct and lovely in the dim lighting.
“You’re mine,” I repeat, and kiss her again, demanding she open her pretty plush lips so I can get my fill of her.
She’s already moaning as I tangle our tongues and taste her again. Fuck, I can’t get enough of her. When I pull away this time, I trail my hands over her shoulders and down to her waist to find the zipper of her dress.
She has plenty of time to stop me, but she doesn’t move. She simply stands there with her head tipped back into the wall, her fingers tangled in my suit jacket like she needs to hold on to something.
I get her dress undone and watch her face as I bring my hands up to slide it off her shoulders. But nothing further, not yet. Again, she does nothing, seeming to revel in the sensations, not hide from them. It’s just one more thing I love about her.
I blink at the thought, a drop of doubt in my bourbon-addled brain, and then shove it away. Not something I can analyze now as I bare her flesh. Small but firm breasts, narrow waist, and hips that flare out in a way that make me want to take a bite.
I let the dress loosen further, begging me to strip it off and get a better look at her. But it’s not free to fall yet; turnabout is fair play.
Gently, I tug her into my body and guide her hands to my lapels. “Undress me, Salem. Then take my cock out and wrap your hands around it.”
Her eyes pop open, and she skims the silk of her gloves up and down three times, then nods once before she snatches at my jacket, jerking it off my shoulders enough that I can shrug out of it properly. Then her fingers find the buttons of my dress shirt, and I catch her counting under her breath as she releases each one and untucks my shirt from my pants.