Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 27796 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 139(@200wpm)___ 111(@250wpm)___ 93(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27796 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 139(@200wpm)___ 111(@250wpm)___ 93(@300wpm)
“Are you saying you have a dark side?” She giggles.
My eyes hover on her full lips as I hum an affirmative.
“I’d like to see it–your dark side, I mean.”
I grunt softly, eager to have her soft body pressed against my hard one. My gaze travels down her creamy legs, the hem of her summery floral dress barely covering her thighs. It's short. Really fucking short.
Thank God for dresses like that.
I take a sharp breath as she rests her hand on my chest, struggling with the straps of her heels. "These things are killing me."
I huff and grab her wrist to steady her. "Take them off. I always question the sanity of any woman who wears those death traps."
"So..." She tilts her head, a smirk playing on her lips. "You're saying I'm insane? Is that your way of charming all the ladies?"
I can't stop the grin that spreads on my face. It's been a long time since anyone has made me smile. "Forgive me, I can be a blunt asshole sometimes.”
"Is that so?" She slips off one shoe, letting it dangle from her finger. For some reason, I feel an intense urge to wrap my lips around that finger and suck. Instead, I drop to one knee and unclasp the strap on her other ankle, carefully removing the death heel from her foot.
My fingertips glide over her soft skin, as smooth as silk. I trace a line up the gentle curve of her calf and notice her shiver. Her hand tightens on my shoulder and she almost loses her balance before catching herself.
"Thanks," she says when I stand up, our eyes still locked together.
Time seems to stand still as we continue to gaze at each other, my heart beating loudly in my ears.
“You shouldn’t be wearing heels on the construction site.”
“Is that a rule?” Her eyes twinkle with amusement.
I swallow hard, trying to ignore the bundle of nerves in my throat. I lick my lips before answering, "I'm the boss. What I say goes." I step closer, feeling a strange pull towards her as if we're connected by an invisible force field. My fingers reach out and touch her temple, admiring the lush lips, the way they quirk into a flirty little grin.
She turns to face me, her dark eyes hidden under heavy eyelids as she looks up through the fan of her lashes. She’s fucking captivating and being this close to her mesmerizes me. Her heartbeat flutters at her throat like a hummingbird's delicate wings. Everything about her seems graceful and perfect and my hands ache to cover her soft skin with caresses.
I can't help but want nothing more than to kiss her right now, regardless of how forward it may seem. No woman has ever had this kind of impact on me before.
Finally, she clears her throat and admits, "We should keep this professional.”
“We should go out for a drink sometime.”
She meets my gaze and shakes her head slightly but a sweet smile plays on her lips.
My desire for her intensifies as we get closer but so does the need to be intimate and vulnerable with her, reveal things that I’ve never revealed to anyone before.
"I don't really drink," she confesses as one hand hovers near a wooden beam.
I can see the moonlight illuminating her face, drawing me in closer. "Dinner then?" I ask, trailing my finger down her arm and watching goosebumps rise in its wake. "You're so turned on," I murmur, inching closer to her lips. "We both know why you’ve been coming every day.”
She sucks in her thick bottom lip, and the urge to bite it nearly overwhelms me. A low growl ripples from my chest before my hands push into her soft waves and my tongue traces the moist seam of her pink lips. One of her arms winds around my neck as my palm digs into the creamy flesh of her thigh and wraps her leg around my waist. Moving her seamlessly against the beam, I plant one hand behind her head, cupping her gently while my mouth melds with hers.
Quiet moans slip past her lips, the nails of one hand biting at the muscle of my shoulder as our tongues twist. “You taste sweeter than candy, precious.”
A soft hum of pleasure escapes her lips. My hands race up her body, delving into her creamy curves and wishing I never have to come up for air.
She arches, her hips moving beneath me. My cock presses against the teeth of my zipper, grinding with just enough pressure to release the pain and prevent myself from sinking into her for God and everybody to hear. Then again, guess that’d announce to all those bastards around town, including that no-good ex of hers, who she belongs to. My balls tug with something primal at the thought.
Claiming her.
Planting my seed in her sweet pussy and tying her to me for life.