Total pages in book: 120
Estimated words: 111610 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 558(@200wpm)___ 446(@250wpm)___ 372(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 111610 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 558(@200wpm)___ 446(@250wpm)___ 372(@300wpm)
The straight set of her back collapses as she sags in on herself. “Yeah, sorry. It’s not your fault some men are bastards. Just hard to hear story after story, damn near copies of the last, all while there’s white, glittering rhinestones sprinkled around like bukkake confetti.”
I choke on my own spit. “I’m sorry, what?”
What she said seems to have sunk in because she laughs a little at her own description. “I know. There were actually three-foot tall penises with rhinestone cum shots.” Her brows rise, like ‘can you believe that?’
“Don’t think I’ve ever heard that word combination before.”
Her dark mood is lifting, but neither of us moves our hands back. Now that I’m touching her, the sparks between us are palpable. I can feel my body leaning toward hers, my stomach pressing against the table, trying to get closer and cursing the two feet of wood between us.
“Sounds like falling onto the stage and spilling dildos was the easy part of your day. Who’d have thought a penis party would be the hard part?” My lip curls in a sexy smirk at the double entendre, mostly because it’s not my usual M.O.
Hell, flirting isn’t my usual style. I so rarely allow myself to be distracted from my single-minded focus on The Gentlemen’s Club and my goals.
Her laugh is brighter, almost tinkling this time, and she pins me with a teasing light in her eyes. “I see what you did there. You think you're clever?”
I grin. “I know I am. I’m also good-looking, intelligent, generous, ambitious, and kind. Notice, I didn’t say humble because I think it’s important to know your good and bad qualities and be honest about them. Especially with yourself.”
She nods agreeably, though her smile says she’s not sure about my laying it out there so boldly. “Good and bad, you say? Alright . . . I’m smart, a great friend, and a fantastic lover. I’m also addicted to reality TV, have to work to filter my mouth, and I’m a pushover when it comes to my mom and sister.”
I blink, having only heard one thing she shared. A fantastic lover.
Beneath the table, my cock is rock hard and begging for attention. And not from my hand again. This need is not about answering an urge so I can maintain clear-headedness. It’s about the woman across from me. This desire is for Sam specifically, with her wild hair and wilder mouth. I want to taste the things she says, do the things she wants, and experience her fully.
It's not like me. I don’t make split-second decisions without considering every angle, consequence, and possible result. But maybe, just this once . . .
I don’t think and rethink and then think once more for good measure. I act.
“Would you like to continue this conversation upstairs?” I ask carefully, well aware that while she might say yes, odds are equally good that she’ll torch me where I sit. But fortune favors the bold, and I’m extremely fortunate.
Her eyes dip to my lips and then scan my face in an instant. I await her decision, trying not to scoop her up and make a run for the elevator. That wouldn’t be proper, after all.
“You promise there’s no sacrificial cult thing? And that you’re not going to steal my kidneys?”
Before I answer, she’s already rising. I quickly follow her move, tossing a twenty to the table and then taking Sam’s hand once more. I’d like to say we make our way discretely to the elevator, but the truth is, we’re nearly running for it, and as the doors close, trapping us in the small confines, it’s Sam who makes the first move.
She wraps my tie around her hand and pulls me into her space, planting her back to the elevator wall so that I press against her. There’s only a few inches difference between us with her in her heels, and with her face tilted up to mine, I cup her jaw with one strong hand. I move in slowly, giving her an opportunity to stop me, but she meets me in the middle. Her lips are sweet and soft, molding to mine as I delicately claim her mouth, exploring and learning her.
Sam kisses me back, more aggressively than I’m used to, but I like it. A lot. I shift my hips, my hard-on rubbing across her pelvis, and she groans into our shared breath. Her head falls back, and I trace kisses along her jaw, down to her neck.
“Please promise me you know what to do with that thing. If I have to pull out a toy, I might as well just go home and do this on my own because I know what I like and I’ve got an inventory’s worth to choose from.” The threat is real, but given the continued rough groans she’s making as I touch her, she doesn’t want to do that.