Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 68249 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 341(@200wpm)___ 273(@250wpm)___ 227(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68249 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 341(@200wpm)___ 273(@250wpm)___ 227(@300wpm)
Riley knocked her knuckles on the desk. “I’m sorry, what?”
“There’s no need to apologize, Miss Robinson, even though you are making me wait. I believe your classes are done for the evening, if the schedule beside Dance Room A is correct. It’s time for us to head back to the apartment.”
“I—I didn’t agree to stay.”
“Didn’t you? We settled this last night, remember?” Last night when she’d moaned my name next door. “You have nowhere else to go.”
“You can’t muscle me into living in your guest room.”
“Muscle you?” I laughed. “Riley, I seldom offer anything twice. I won’t offer a third time. This is your choice, and I’m giving you five seconds to make it. I’ve got business meetings stacked tomorrow, and I need my beauty rest.” The last two words came out twisted with sarcasm.
I turned to go, and she scrape-bumped her chair over the carpeting. “Wait,” she said. “I—fine, I’ll stay there. But I’m paying rent at the end of the month, and I don’t want a special deal. I want the normal price.”
“Fine by me,” I replied and stepped to one side, placed my hand on the doorknob, and turned it. “Come.”
She circled her desk, grabbed her handbag on the way, then looked down at herself.
Riley wore nothing but a pair of yoga pants, no panty lines, and a black exercise bra, an oversized shirt hanging open over it.
Mouth-fucking-watering.
Christ, how was a man supposed to cope around her? Regular dudes probably keeled over gripping their dicks and cracked their skulls on the sidewalk as she passed. She wasn’t a model. She was what women wanted to be.
“And?” I asked. Hey, my mouth still works. Fantastic. She hasn’t robbed me of all the blood in my brain yet.
“And—and, nothing. Nothing except that I think I forgot my coat in the other room, but it doesn’t matter, everything will be fine. I’m not cold. I don’t need warming up.”
“Are you sure?” I asked and stepped toward her, stripped off my suit jacket, and held it out. “This is warmer than that shirt.”
Riley stared at the jacket as if I’d offered her a viper.
“It’s not going to bite you,” I said. “I might, though.”
“Are you threatening me?” Riley asked and blinked at me, fucking glinting with excitement, desire. She took the jacket and fumbled with the sleeves, stuck her arm in the wrong one then tut-tutted at herself. “Because I don’t take well to threats or ultimatums, you know. I’m the kind of woman who goes against the grain. That usually pisses people off. If you think I’m going to do what you want me to then you’re wrong. I’ll do what’s best for—”
I took a step toward her, so close she gulped, and I heard it, loud and clear. “You’re doing it again,” I said.
“What?”
“Talking like you’ve got a motor running your mouth. I’m making you nervous.” The smirk came easily to me. “I don’t make threats, Riley. I’ll only bite you if you want me to.” Her nipples had puckered beneath the stretchy fabric of her sports bra. I looked down at them, and she did too, her cheeks flushing red hot. “Can I tell you a secret?”
“What?” She managed, the jacket hanging from her arm, dangling at her side.
“You want me to,” I replied then took the jacket from her, straightened it out, and hung it around her shoulders, my fingers brushing that silken skin on her neck. “There.” I leaned in and adjusted the collar, my breath on her ear. “That’s better.”
She let out a tiny whimper, a replay of the noises she’d made last night, and my already stiff cock strained against my pants. It brushed against her abdomen, and Riley gasped.
“Do you need anything else?” I asked.
She stammered noises.
“From your office before we leave, just to clarify.” She needed my dick, that much was clear. She needed it as bad as I needed her tight little cunt.
“No,” she said.
“Then let’s go.” I moved to the side and placed my hand on the small of her back then guided her toward the exit.
Riley opened the door on a blessedly empty hallway, and we walked down it together. Each step was more painful than the last. Pain and pleasure. Tension. I had to get her out of those clothes soon or I’d lose my mind.
The longer she resisted, the more I needed it. And I didn’t need anything or anyone.
I had to get rid of this feeling before it entered dangerous territory.
I’d already connected with her over her issues. Already granted too much.
“I don’t have money for a cab,” she said. “I need to go draw some cash from the ATM.”
“My car’s outside.” We walked out into the warm night air, which smelled faintly of citrus and spice. It didn’t detract from her scent. It only made me want her more.