Total pages in book: 210
Estimated words: 203847 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1019(@200wpm)___ 815(@250wpm)___ 679(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 203847 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1019(@200wpm)___ 815(@250wpm)___ 679(@300wpm)
I prefer this. This controlled interaction, where I know exactly what he wants and exactly what I have to give. It’s clear-cut. I can breathe this way, with his desires and demands laid out in front of me.
My phone buzzes on the counter and I pick it up. Before I can answer, Tyler says, “Wear a dress.”
“I’m sorry?”
“Wear a dress,” he repeats. “Something easy to lift.”
That husky undertone I love is prevalent in his voice, and I find myself nodding. I set the call to speaker and lay my phone back on the counter, crossing to my closet. I pull out a black dress with a plunging neckline and tug it over my head.
“And stockings. Black ones.”
I swallow and open the drawer. My words are caught in my throat, but I get the feeling that he doesn’t want me to talk. He just wants me to do.
The bed creaks as I perch on the end of it and roll the silky stockings up my legs.
“Good girl. Leave your hair down. You have two minutes to get some shoes on and meet me outside.”
The line cuts out with those words, and my eyes widen. Two minutes?
“Way to give a girl some warning, asshole,” I mutter, simultaneously brushing my hair and sliding my feet into some heels.
I run another layer of pink gloss across my lips, and after double-checking that my MIA cat has food in his bowl, I lock the apartment. Damn cat has been out somewhere for three days, probably humping a bunch of lady-cats in a desperate attempt for baby Anguses. Unfortunately for him, his balls are as MIA as he is right now.
Tyler’s Mercedes is out in front of the building, the engine purring quietly in the waning light. He leans over and opens the door for me. As I slide onto the passenger’s seat, he shoots me a panty-wetting smile.
Oh yeah. He means business tonight.
He reaches over and runs his hand up the inside of my thigh. His fingers tease the material of my dress until it’s at my hip and the string of my thong is visible.
“Right on time and dressed perfectly.” He runs his thumb along the skin between my hips. My breath catches when he dips it down between my legs and presses it against my clit.
The simple action sends a jolt through my body, and I grab his wrist. Tyler covers my hand with his own, pries my fingers from him, and links our fingers. He brings our clasped hands to the side of my neck and leans toward me, pulling me to him at the same time, and closes the distance between us.
He nibbles my bottom lip, nipping and sucking alternatively, each gentle motion making me ache beneath his hand still firmly wedged between my legs.
At my neck, he curls his fingers around me, drawing me closer. At my pussy, he rubs my clit in tiny, gentle circles, contributing to the light throb there. My stomach muscles tighten and I gasp, pulling away.
“Tyler, we can’t—”
With a forceful shove, he pulls my face to his and silences me. He pushes harder at my clit, and with the steadiness of his grip on the back of my head, I’m trapped. I’m encased in his hold, unable to do anything but surrender to what he’s doing to me on the side of the street.
Anyone could look into his car and know exactly what he’s doing. If the jerking of his arm as he rubs me wouldn’t give it away, the fact that my dress is up would. But as a wave of heat overcomes me, I realize I don’t care.
I’m about to fall apart in downtown Seattle, where anyone could see us, but all I can do is grab Tyler and grind my hips against his hand.
It’s quick and intense, the peak of the orgasm coming with a long, drawn-out moan from me.
“Shit. I love that sound,” he murmurs against me. He dips his thumb beneath my panties and coats it in my wetness. Bringing his hand up, he rubs it along my lips.
I open my eyes and, in one quick motion, suck his thumb into my mouth, tasting myself on him.
His pupils dilate, his eyes flaring with lust, and his fingers grip me. “Liv, if you know what’s good for you, you’ll let my thumb go.”
I suck hard.
“I can fuck you here. I don’t particularly care, but I think it would be rather obvious.”
“And that just wasn’t?” I ask, releasing his thumb so I can talk.
He trails it down my neck and settles it between my breasts. “If you think that was obvious, you haven’t had nearly enough sex in public.”
He puts his foot down on the accelerator, finally driving away, and I settle back into my chair.
“It sounds like you have plenty of experience.” There’s that irrational jealously streak again. Damn. Can’t someone tell her that she isn’t welcome?