Total pages in book: 31
Estimated words: 29034 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 145(@200wpm)___ 116(@250wpm)___ 97(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 29034 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 145(@200wpm)___ 116(@250wpm)___ 97(@300wpm)
Ace remained silent while I went to work. It only took a minute to have it ready to go, and when I turned it on, Sully seemed to be just arriving.
“Gene,” he greeted from somewhere on the second floor. “It’s done.”
There was movement at one of the floor-to-ceiling windows upstairs, and I grabbed my binoculars, directing them to that spot.
The curtain slid away from the window, and shock blew through my system when the boss replied, “Good.”
“Motherfucker,” I sputtered—something I’d only ever done once before…the moment I first saw Violet.
“Everything okay?” Ace queried, his tone alert.
“Yeah. I’m just…fucking hell. I’m looking at the boss, and I think we got the name wrong.”
“Gene isn’t in charge?” Ace asked, his voice filled with frustration.
“Uh, no. That’s the boss. Only, I’m guessing her name is spelled J-E-A-N instead of G-E-N-E.”
“Her? No fucking way.”
“Yup. The ringleader is a fucking woman.”
8
VIOLET
Brodie had let me get a good look at his audio surveillance equipment this morning while he was on the phone with someone from his club, so when he got home later that afternoon, I figured I’d return the favor.
“My stuff isn’t as cool as yours, but this is where the magic happens,” I said, cringing at how cheesy that sounded. I was proud of what I’d accomplished in here—from how I’d hung each soundproofing square and blanket myself to all the audiobooks I’d recorded.
My vocal booth was larger than most, but I liked having the extra space while recording so that I didn’t feel penned in. I’d even put up a few strings of fairy lights to give the space a fun spin, which also helped make the recording sessions I streamed live a little less boring.
The only furniture in the room was my large desk. Brodie headed straight for it to take a closer look at the double monitors and microphone perched on top of the flat surface. His feet didn’t even make a sound on the carpet as he moved across the floor, his blue eyes darting in every direction as if he was examining every inch he passed.
“The reading I did curled up on the couch was really prep work,” I explained, taking a seat on my large, comfy desk chair. I turned on my computer and tapped on the keyboard to pull up the notes I’d sent to myself from my e-reader. “Now I know what to ask the author before I start recording.”
“Have you tested how soundproof the room actually is?” he asked, swiveling my chair to face him.
“I mean, my neighbors haven’t complained so far,” I replied with a laugh, but it was quickly cut short when he leaned over, his lips trailing my neck. “But you were able to listen in while I was recording.”
“Only because I microphoned the fuck out of the area surrounding Jeff’s apartment, and I still had to crank up the volume and filter out a fuck ton of background noise.” His breath was hot against my skin, and I sighed, leaning into his touch. “No matter how loud you get, your neighbors aren’t gonna hear you as long as we’re in here.”
“You think so?” I whispered, my breath hitching when he nipped at my pulse point.
“I know so, baby, or else I wouldn’t be planning for all the ways I’m about to make you scream my name as loud as you can,” he rasped. “No way in fuck do I want anyone else to know how you sound when you fall apart for me.”
He bent over to capture my mouth in a deep kiss, leaving me in a sensual fog when he quickly turned my chair back around to face the desk again. Standing behind me, I couldn’t see Brodie’s movements as his lips trailed down my neck while his hands went under the thin material of my shirt. I shivered when his fingers trailed over my sensitive skin until he reached my silky bra.
My nipples peaked at his touch, and I arched my back to press my breasts deeper into his hands. “The things I want to do to these perfect tits should be illegal.”
“Like what?” All sorts of filthy fantasies flashed through my brain, inspired by my reading.
His hands shifted so he was cupping my breasts. Then he pressed them close together, making the valley between them more pronounced. “Sometime soon, I’m gonna shove my hard cock between these beauties and watch you wrap your sweet lips around the head each time I thrust up.”
That sounded like something I wanted to experience. Immediately. “Soon? Not today?”
“My good girl wants to be bad for me?” he asked, swiveling my chair again so that he could yank my shirt up and nibble along the strap of my bra.
I squeezed my thighs together to ease the ache between them. “I really, really do.”
“Then get as loud as you can while I make you come, baby.” He gently tugged my pebbled nipple with his teeth before letting go with a pop, leaving a wet spot on the silky material that cupped my rounded globe. “I want to feel your pussy walls clenched around my cock when I come, and that’s not gonna happen if I live out that particular fantasy right now. You’re too fucking sexy for me to last long enough to get inside you.”