Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 32772 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 164(@200wpm)___ 131(@250wpm)___ 109(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 32772 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 164(@200wpm)___ 131(@250wpm)___ 109(@300wpm)
“Yeah, it's delicious.”
“Okay, now try this.” He pinches a crostini and feeds that to me too.
“Mm,” I hum. “That's incredible.”
“Right. The crunch of the crostini with the pistachios and the tartness of pomegranate. It's phenomenal.”
Our main courses come next, and he lets me taste his. Monroe feeds me a little bite of everything on his plate, and I do the same. Dessert is baked Alaska Flambé. The bright blue and red tendrils flicker on top of the meringue. They cast a sexy glow across Monroe's face, making his shadows darker and his cheeks a soft glow of yellow.
There's something so intimate and erotic about feeding someone else. His fingers brush against my lips, and he dips the tip of his finger into my mouth. I suck on it gently, swirling my tongue around. Monroe's eyes still on mine as he smiles with thin lips.
“How about we get out of here?” he asks.
“And go where?”
“I don't really care, anywhere.” He throws some money on the table as he stands up. Reaching out to me, I take his hand and let him pull me to my feet.
“I don't have my car though.”
“I've got mine.” He guides us out of the restaurant, weaving between tables. Gorge yells goodbye, and Monroe gives him a nod and wave.
He's a man on a mission. Walking with purpose, with need, with a hunger that's insatiable. My heels click against the sidewalk as we walk around the building and into the parking lot.
He fumbles his keys out of his pocket and hits the button. A car a few rows over beeps and the lights flicker. With powerful steps he zig-zags through the lot. The second we reach his car, he jerks me around and pins me against the door.
I exhale a sharp breath as his lips drive onto my neck and he flutters kisses across my skin. His hands glide down my ribs, swooping around and grabbing my ass. My eyes shut tight, and I moan as his mouth keeps moving, kissing and tasting every inch of flesh that's available to him.
“Mm,” I groan, leaning back against the car. I drag my fingers through his hair, latching them around his neck and pulling him closer.
I can't control myself around this man. He steals my thoughts. He steals my breath. He steals every beat of my heart. He infiltrates every ounce of my being and takes it all for himself.
He grips my thigh and pulls it up high on his waist. I hook my heel around his leg. Monroe's hand slips up my leg, and he presses my clit with the base of his palm. My panties slip between my lips as he rubs up and down.
“I love how fucking wet you get when I touch you,” he says between kisses, moving closer and closer to my lips. He softly bites the curve of my jaw and growls, “It drives me fucking crazy.”
“I love how hard you get,” I say, reaching down and grabbing his cock in his pants.
“Mm,” he groans as he rubs my clit harder. My needy button is pulsing and throbbing, begging to be touched.
I push my hand into his pants, grabbing his cock and stroking his length. Monroe lets out a long, throaty moan, then crushes my lips with his. He kisses me like I'm something he lost long ago and is reclaiming all over again.
The tip of his tongue sweeps across the roof of my mouth, licking and tasting. He pinches the center of my panties and pulls them to the side. With one push, his finger is inside my pussy, and his thumb is tapping and rubbing my clit. A gust of cool air blows around us, but I barely feel it. We're outside in the open, anyone could walk past at any moment, and I don't even care.
I need him here and now. Not later, not in a bed or in the back of his car, just like this. My body is alive, the thrill and excitement mingle with desire and need, making everything around us a blur. All I see is Monroe.
One finger quickly turns into two as he fucks me with his hand. My juice is dripping down his fingers. He pulls his hand free, smearing my heat all over my pussy lips. Breaking our kiss, he's breathing heavily, his chest rising and falling fast.
“Fuck, you're corrupting me,” he says, his voice thick and scratchy. “And I fucking love it.” He slides his hand up the center of my chest and wraps it around my neck. Applying light pressure, he gives my throat a squeeze. “I'm going to take you right here.”
Monroe pushes the edge of my dress up my legs. I pull my hand out of his pants and fumble with his button until it finally pops open. He's still holding my neck, laying firm kisses across my jawline from one side to the other.