Total pages in book: 158
Estimated words: 156392 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 782(@200wpm)___ 626(@250wpm)___ 521(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 156392 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 782(@200wpm)___ 626(@250wpm)___ 521(@300wpm)
He slides his attention back to my face. “Sit down.”
“Pass.”
“Sit your arse down before I find you a less pleasant chair.”
“Still pass. Bon appétit.” I blow him a fake kiss and make a beeline for the door.
Before I can move out of his orbit, two strong hands lift me by the waist, and I shriek as Eli shoves me down on a hard surface.
His lap.
What the—
The smoothie sloshes in the cup before it settles like a weight in my stomach.
His taut bicep encloses me. He’s all hard—his chest, his thighs, and holy…shit. Is that his erection pressing against my arse?
“What do you think you’re doing?” I sound more horrified than a nun.
“Finding you the less pleasant chair I promised.”
“Let me go.”
“Should’ve thought about that before you defied me. You need to learn how to pick your battles, Mrs. King.” His voice is so close, I can taste his words and feel the rumble of his chest as my legs part, revealing my thighs.
A micro-miniskirt was definitely not the best choice.
It rides up my legs, dangerously close to exposing my underwear. I fight the urge to tug it down, because that would make me look meek in front of the devil.
“I’ll sit on the chair.”
“Missed your chance.” He flips open his newspaper, and even though it’s right in front of me, the words are a blur.
I chance a look at Sam, pathetically asking her to help me, but the damn woman is busy folding napkins at the counter with her back to us.
Refusing to seem affected, I slurp my smoothie and squirm. Jeez. It’s physically impossible to ignore his erection.
“Did you gain on any stock investments today?” I ask, examining my nails.
“Certainly.”
“That explains the celebration happening beneath me.”
He raises a perfect brow, a smile tugging on his lips. “How so?”
“Making yourself rich and the world population poorer is the only thing that turns you on. Is there a paraphilia for money fetishization?”
“I ought to ask you since you’re an expert at splurging. Also”—he folds the newspaper and snakes his arm around my stomach, pulling me back against him until his cock settles at the crack of my arse, where the hem of my skirt meets my naked thighs—“money isn’t what’s sitting on my lap.”
Warmth spreads through me like a burst of fireworks as the straw falls from my lips. Swallowing the contents of my mouth is exceptionally hard as I stare into his dazzling eyes.
A spark of lust stares back at me, strangles my throat with invisible fingers, and licks its way beneath my skin.
No.
“I must say, I’m heartbreakingly disappointed.” I pat his cheek, thankful that I sound coherent enough. “It’s okay. There’s no shame in mediocrity.”
A soft snort comes from the other side of the room and I could swear Sam is laughing, but I can’t turn and see, because I’m winning this round.
I’m met with Eli’s poker face. “Is that so?”
“Uh-huh. Had better.” I fake a yawn.
“Doubtful.”
“Aw. Hurt?”
“Apathetic.”
“Doubtful.” I smirk, but it dies out when he tightens his grip on my waist and slides me up and down his erection.
Oh God.
His cock engorges, thickening and lengthening until it settles right between my thighs.
I resist the urge to clench my legs or pull the damned skirt down.
“You seem quite impressed now.” His dark words land on the shell of my ear in a low whisper.
“Hardly.”
“You’re drooling, Mrs. King.”
“More like fuming.”
“Enough to attempt dry humping my cock?” His words lower, eliciting sharp tingles on my nape.
“I’m trying to get comfortable under the miserable circumstances.”
He slides his other hand up my back, erupting a volcano on the muslin shirt, and I bite my lower lip when his fingers skim my nape.
Eli fists my hair by my ponytail and jerks my head back so that it’s leaning against his chest and he’s staring down at me. His lips nearly touch mine with every word. “Comfortable enough, Mrs. King?”
I cease breathing, partly because if I open my mouth, I’ll brush my lips against his. The part that’s daring me to go for it, see who can win this battle, should be chucked over a cliff.
Movement comes from behind us as if it’s reaching us from a basement before a familiar voice announces, “Isn’t it too early for this show?”
I snap out of my alien state and straighten when Eli reluctantly releases my hair, looking positively annoyed.
My eyes land on Creigh first, and then a smaller girl who’s wearing a purple jumpsuit and matching headband and earrings slides from behind him, covering her eyes.
“Anni!”
“Ava!!”
I shove Eli away to attack her in a bear hug. Even though I only met Anni at uni, we clicked right away. She’s the purple to my pink and the only one of my friends who’s obsessed with looking like a princess. All the time.
Once we break apart, I stroke her long brown hair and the locks she curled. “Love the new haircut!”