Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 83814 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 419(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83814 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 419(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
His hand cups my breast and gently teases my stiff nipples. I miss a note but keep going, biting my lip to keep a moan in my throat. God, it feels so fucking good to be touched right now. I didn’t even know how badly I needed this.
If this had happened even a few weeks ago. If Alex had shown up out of nowhere two months back. If he’d come at any other time—
This never would’ve happened.
I would have found some tiny shred of sanity left inside of me and I never would have sat back down on this piano bench.
And I definitely wouldn’t let him touch me.
Instead, he’s here at my lowest, when the bite of my loneliness and the bleak, never ending gray of my depression is close to drowning me.
But he’s here, keeping me afloat, and his hands explore my chest and my shoulders, and I let out a pathetic whimper, a noise I’ve never made in my entire life.
It disrupts my playing enough that I stop. Slowly, I turn to face him.
A thousand words are on my tongue. I want to yell at him, beg him to make me understand why he’s in Paris, force him to see that what we’re doing is bizarre and totally out of character—
Instead, our eyes meet.
His are filled with a dangerous, possessive desire, and I tilt my chin up toward him.
I’m afraid to talk. I’m afraid it might shatter the moment. This is another world, another life, like we’re living out some magical faerie tale, except a really, really dirty one. The wrong move, the wrong words could destroy the spell and send me spiraling to earth.
He reaches back and tangles a fist into my hair.
My mouth opens as my heart races into my throat.
“I’ve thought about this a thousand times,” he whispers.
And before I can make sense of that—
He crushes his lips to mine.
I moan into that kiss, completely broken.
My brain erupts into bliss and confusion.
This is Alex. I’ve hated him for years. He treated me like trash, like I was some annoying little beetle always crawling around my own house. He’s been alternately cruel and dismissive, and I despise him for the way I’ve always been an afterthought at best.
But before that, I had the biggest, most ridiculous crush on him.
Back before I knew what he was. Back when all I could see was the reputation: young Alexander, smart and strong and handsome, the perfect up-and-coming member of the my father’s criminal organization.
A young man with untold potential.
Now it’s like I’m that girl again and all the intervening years never happened.
I lean into his kiss. I breathe in his warm, musky scent, so familiar and so strange all at once. He tastes like whisky and spearmint, and his grip in my hair makes me pant with need as his tongue invades my mouth, desperate and dominant. This is a kiss that can outdo any other, a kiss that lives up to the promise of a thousand more. It sends jolts of pleasure into my core and sends my pulse careening as a million dirty ideas flow through my head.
We’re both out of control, but way past the tipping point. I’m careening down a steep hill, and there’s no way I can stop myself, not now that I’ve begun.
He pulls me from the bench and stands me up. Instead of dragging me to the couch, he makes me straddle him as he sits back down in my position, his back to the piano. I gasp as he wrenches my thin t-shirt up and sucks my nipples, teasing them with his tongue, his other hand sliding down the front of my panties. I arch my back and lift my hips, letting him touch me.
“So fucking wet,” he murmurs and I’m so done I can barely stand it. That’s the hottest thing I’ve ever heard in my life. It’s not the words, but the tone, like he’s losing his mind. Like he’s as wild right now as I am.
I moan as his fingers tease up and down my wet slit. He’s right, I’m absolutely soaked, despite knowing better. This can’t happen. This shouldn’t happen.
But it’s absolutely happening, and it feels so good.
His fingers slide inside of me as he bites on nipple. I moan and pull his hair, and I bend down to punish his mouth with mine. We kiss like we’re starving as he slides his fingers in and out, rolling around my clit, then gliding back in nice and deep. He goes faster, in and out, and I’m trembling in his hands, pent-up from over a year of not being touched by another human being, let alone handled like this, by a man that clearly knows exactly what he’s doing.
“Alex,” I whimper, brainless and dancing on the edge. He doesn’t stop, only groans the most masculine, sexy moan I’ve ever heard in my life.