Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 91864 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 459(@200wpm)___ 367(@250wpm)___ 306(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91864 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 459(@200wpm)___ 367(@250wpm)___ 306(@300wpm)
“I’m intrigued. I want all the deets.”
“Dammit, Mom was right.”
“What?”
“Nothing. Just you saying deets reminded me of a fight I was having with my mom.”
“Oh, I’ve probably been playing Words with Friends with her too much. She says that all the time.”
I laughed, and talking about Mom turned the conversation to my family, which was great since I didn’t want to talk about Ethan anymore.
When we finished our lunch, I headed to my car and texted Ethan as I sat in the driver’s seat, adjusting my dick in my pants since just texting him made me hard all over again.
Even though I was texting first, I wasn’t afraid of who was winning or who was losing. Hell, as far as I was concerned, if winning was Ethan’s thing, I was happy to let him win all day with me.
I texted: So you ready to get some of this dick tonight?
I didn’t see a need to beat around the bush. Not when it was all I was thinking about. Not when he had me needing it like I did.
I figured I was going to be waiting a while for a response. That he was going to keep his cool about it like last time, but he replied shortly after: Now, that’s not what I said, Ninja. Just that I’d be interested in playing with that magic button.
ME: You shouldn’t do it on your own. It’d be dangerous. You might force yourself to come way too soon. ;)
STRAIGHTY: Are you trying to trick me into bottoming for you?
ME: Maybe. What are you doing tonight?
STRAIGHTY: What are you doing now?
ME: What can I be doing now?
He texted that he had the afternoon off and that we could go ahead and meet at his place, something I quickly agreed to.
He sent me his address, and I parked in the street. He buzzed me into his building, and I took the elevator to the floor his unit was on. I wondered about the kind of place a guy like Ethan lived in. I was sure it looked amazing. And when he opened the door for me, he proved me right. It had an industrial look with polished cement floors and exposed beams and piping on the ceilings. The place was decked out in black, brown, and gray furnishings. A very masculine pallet…appropriate for Ethan. The artwork across the walls were prints of black and white photographs, and the accent pieces around the unit assured me he had an eye for design, which didn’t surprise me, considering his career.
It was the sort of condo I would’ve expected to see featured in a design magazine.
I didn’t have too much time to appreciate the effort he’d put into decorating because as soon as I closed the door behind me, I was more interested in checking out that beautiful body of his than his unit.
The placket of the white button-up shirt he wore was undone, revealing his impressive abs and chest, covered with short hairs. The loose ends of his black bowtie tie draped over his shoulders, around the collar of the button-up. He put his hands in his pockets and leaned back. As my eyes met his, he smirked in a way that let me know he knew how hot he looked in that moment. “Take your time,” he said. “Enjoy the view.
“If you wore your shirt like that to drive me crazy, then it sure as fuck worked.”
He moved quickly, pressing his lips against mine before shoving me back against the adjoining wall.
His tongue swept through my mouth like he just needed for us to be this close.
Like he missed Ninja as much as Ninja missed Straighty. He slid his hands under my shirt, feeling around my body, grabbing at my muscles like he was greedy for another touch.
He wasn’t shy about groping or fondling.
As far as he was concerned, my body was already his, and I was fine with that.
He wrapped both arms around my hips and gripped my ass.
I pulled away from the kiss. “Ah, it was a trick, wasn’t it? Get me over here with jokes about your prostate so you could play with mine?”
“Oh, I wasn’t joking, I promise you that. I might have omitted some of the truth a little. Right before we got on the phone…let’s just say you missed the big show. I’ve never shot so hard.”
“What?” I was stunned by his confession.
His brows pulled together. “I told you I was curious. It was fun. I’m feeling upset by the fact that they don’t tell men about their prostates during the whole birds and bees discussion.”
“Jesus, you’re like a fucking kid who just figured out how to jerk off, aren’t you?”
“Well, let’s just say, as a guy in marketing, you sure knew how to sell that sweet spot of yours when I had my fingers up in you.”