Total pages in book: 22
Estimated words: 20677 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 103(@200wpm)___ 83(@250wpm)___ 69(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 20677 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 103(@200wpm)___ 83(@250wpm)___ 69(@300wpm)
“Where are we going?” I ask as I we get into the back of the car and the driver pulls away from the curb.
“I’m taking you home.” His voice sizzles across my skin and I can feel the anticipation grow in my belly.
What I want right now is have him whisper French in my ear while his hands caress my body. I took French in high school and loved the language. When I was younger I dreamed of going to Paris one day, but I know that was nothing but a fantasy. Hearing Brian talk effortlessly to the waiter at dinner reminded me of all those fairytales I pushed aside.
I couldn’t believe what he told me about soulmates and how he thinks I’m his. I wanted to argue with him and tell him he was wrong, but I didn’t know how. I’ve always thought that it’s possible, and when that moment came I’d know it deep down inside of me. I didn’t have the conviction to tell him he was wrong, because the stirring inside of me might be what that is. Could all that’s bubbling up be because he’s the one? How has fate twisted us together and put me in this situation with him? I’ve been given to him to entice him into working with Slate, an incentive for a partnership that I don’t think he should make. But if he doesn’t, all that I know will crumble before me.
“What are you so worried about?” he asks, touching my chin and breaking my concentration.
“Nothing,” I say as his fingers lightly stroke my jaw and then tuck my hair behind my ear.
“You’re worried?”
I don’t know why, but I nod slightly. He has some sort of kinetic power over me that demands I tell him the truth. He leans in close so that the scent of him encompasses me and I mold my body to his.
“There’s nothing for you to worry about.” He whispers something in French right before he places his lips against mine and then he kisses me with so much tenderness I have no choice but to believe him.
My arms wrap around his neck as his hands move down my body. I feel him everywhere as I open my mouth and let him take over. He’s hungry for me and he kisses me like an escaped convict. It’s passionate but possessive as he pulls me out of my seat and onto his lap to straddle him. His hands go to my ass and I grind down on him, seeking purchase in the place where I need it most. I pretended not to watch him adjust himself when he stood up from the table after dinner. But I saw how hard he was and all I could think was that I did that to him. Now I’m rubbing against it like I’m getting paid to do it and my body is lighting up at every nerve ending.
“Tell me you’ll let me inside you,” he says as his mouth moves to my neck. “Tell me I can fuck you bare on my living room floor because I don’t think I can make it to the bedroom.”
“Oh god,” is all I can manage when his palm cups my sex and squeezes me.
Things have gone from zero to sixty in seconds, but my body doesn’t need time to catch up. I’m primed as I dry hump his hand and I feel his fingers rub just the right spot.
“Feel how hard I am,” he says, and he places my hand on top of his pants so I can feel his length. I do the same to him and squeeze him a little until he groans. “Are you on the pill?”
“No,” I say, and my voice sounds desperate. I’m climbing higher and I might just cum from this right here.
“I’ll pull out,” he says as he kisses me again and I nod. What else am I supposed to say? I’ve been given to him, but right now I’d agree to anything he wanted.
He’s charming and sweet, but he’s also a magnet that’s pulling me in. I’ve never had this kind of chemistry with anyone before, and when he touches me my mind goes haywire. The only thing that makes sense is how good it feels and I want to keep it going.
I feel myself soaking my panties as my fingers tighten on his suit, but then suddenly the car comes to a halt. Brian pulls away from me and he looks just as surprised as I am. For a second he blinks and then he realizes what’s happening.
“We’re here.” He practically jumps out of the car and half carries me with my bag over his shoulder. “Thank god my sister isn’t home.”
“Slow down,” I say, and a laugh bubbles up as he walks into a gorgeous lobby that looks like a hotel but without all the people.