Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 83542 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 418(@200wpm)___ 334(@250wpm)___ 278(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83542 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 418(@200wpm)___ 334(@250wpm)___ 278(@300wpm)
His shoulder softly bumps mine, knocking me out from under the showerhead as he takes my place. For a few minutes, we don’t say anything, just pass the bodywash back and forth, silently fighting for the water as we wash ourselves from head to toe. I greedily watch him wash his cock, and then he turns around and dips his hand into his crack.
“I like to clean everywhere,” he says.
“Always a good idea. You never know what might happen.”
“Especially when I’m going out with Aleks.”
This time, I’m prepared, and I try not to let it show how his taunt makes me want to punch a wall. “It’s astounding you think I’m letting you and Aleksander Emerson loose in Las Vegas. I’m going with you.”
“I don’t recall inviting you.”
“Not your choice. You know what is your choice though? Whether or not you’re relaxed for the game or sexually frustrated.”
“You’re really sticking to your guns, huh?” Oskar’s tone is more amused than pissed off.
“Willpower of steel, remember?”
“And yet you’re currently naked in a shower with me. Does that mean I win?”
“It means I let you win here, so long as you let me win when it comes to our careers. Believe me, I’m good at this game.”
“I’ve been playing games my whole life, and believe me. I play to win.” There’s a slight edge to his voice, and I wonder if he’s thinking back to the shitty situations he’s been in.
And like usual, that need to protect strikes hard. Even as I try to push it away, I’m already working out how to distract him from all that. “What’s the prize?”
He isn’t expecting that question. “I haven’t figured that out yet. But I’d start with a rim job.”
“You know what to say. Just three little words.” I tick them off on my fingers. “I liked today or I enjoyed myself or even better—you were right. That’s it.”
Oskar holds up his hand, three fingers raised, and I think he’s about to do it. “Go”—he folds down his thumb—“fuck”—his forefinger is next—“yourself.” Then he gasps, pretending to be shocked over his middle finger still standing.
“Looks like I’m going to have to,” I say, turning back to the water.
Oskar reaches for my cock, and I swat his hand away. “Consent, Oskar.”
“Consent? You followed me into the bathroom.” Despite his complaint, he doesn’t try to touch me again. He crosses his arms and leans against the tile, clearly pouting. I take the moment of silence to check him out. My gaze runs from his wet, slicked-back hair down his gorgeous scruffy face, over his chest, his water-slicked abs, the glorious cock, and his strong legs.
Oskar shifts, and his voice comes out as a rasp. “If you eye-fuck me any harder, my prostate will feel it.”
“I’m more than happy for your prostate to get involved.”
“Then—”
“You have to say the words.”
“You’re an asshole.”
My lips hitch up on one side. I hold his stare. I’m desperate to give in and touch him anyway, but I’m trying to get him to stop lying to himself, and he needs to admit this more than he needs an orgasm.
“Fine,” he huffs. “I maybe enjoyed it. Can I touch your cock now?”
“Not if sex is going to be as half-assed as that confession.”
“What do you want?” he almost whines. “I said it, and you’re still being a dick.”
I take two steps, closing the small distance between us, and press my body up against him. My arms cage his head in, and this close, he has no choice but to meet my eyes. “I want you to drop the act.”
“What act?”
“That you don’t care about anything.”
“You give me way too much credit if you think my attitude is all an act.” He ruts his hips against mine.
“Not really. You’re just incredibly stubborn.” My lips find his exposed neck, and for all my talk about willpower, I’m quickly losing this game. Not only is he sexy and naked and willing, but after today, I’m more attracted to him than ever. Seeing him genuinely happy isn’t something I ever thought I’d witness.
He gasps as my lips work over his skin, leaving rough red marks behind. “Ah, yes,” he mutters, hands closing over my ribs. “That feels … damn … so good.”
My head is getting foggy with want, and this time, I rock my hips into his. My kisses are getting rougher, and I want so much more. I’m getting desperate, and Oskar’s killing me with the noises he makes.
“Say it,” I growl against his ear. “I need my mouth on your hole now.”
His grip on me tightens. “Fine. Fine. I liked it. It was fun, and I forgot what I was even doing there, and you were right, okay?”
I pull back, grin almost splitting my face. “I was right?”
“What? No. My brain is swamped with horniness. Practically drunk. People say dumb things all the time when they’re drunk. I didn’t mean a single word.”