Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 78850 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 394(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78850 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 394(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
I lick my lips and lift the lid to the last box. It’s the largest, and I pull out a silk, strappy dress. The waist fits like a corset, and the rest is see-through chiffon.
“Holy fuck.” I stand up and drape it over me. I thought it was black; it’s not though. It’s a deep, dark sapphire that shimmers in the sun, and by far the most gorgeous dress I’ve ever owned. All of this had to have cost him a fortune. I know he’s rich, but still.
After I place the dress back in the box, I sit down to eat some more pineapple and start my transformation.
I have zero idea where he is taking me, but I intend to look the best I ever have.
A ripple of adrenaline snakes up my spine. Reaching for my boxes, I step back into my room and drop them on the bed.
A small card falls out of one.
“Oh God,” I whisper as I open it, my hand slightly shaking.
Raven,
Do you dare?
I flip it over, but that’s it.
Do I dare? Dare what? The dress? Him? All of the above? I drop it. Again, that ripple of adrenaline, maybe unease about what’s happening, fills me as I walk into the bathroom and strip off his suit jacket, letting it fall to the floor.
I smile.
He’s just so nasty.
Exciting.
And for the first time ever, I do dare.
JETT
“Mr. Powers?” Rebecca’s voice comes in through the speaker.
“Yes?”
“A Ms. Stewart is here.”
“Thank you, Rebecca, send her in, and you can take off early.” I grin. The reason I’m in a good mood is here.
I didn’t jerk off in the shower I took a few minutes ago, nor did I excuse myself at my daily meeting to relieve my blue balls. No, I adjusted myself, letting my hard cock ache and throb, knowing the longer I wait the more pleasure I’ll get.
My mind goes to that first thrust. She was tight and wet and hot. I felt that virgin barrier rip, and it was as though I were possessed after that.
Best fuck I’ve ever had.
And I’ve fucked a lot of women. Still, I hope she’s fine when I’m done. I’m not a man who confuses great sex with love.
But I do like spoiling her. She kept a smile on my face all day. It’s the least I can do until Rachel comes back.
Rachel.
It’s funny, when Raven asked me if I had guilt, it was an automatic no. To have guilt you need to know that you’re doing something wrong and actually care enough about that person to experience that feeling.
I don’t have that with my fiancée.
I asked her to become my wife because I’m turning forty, and socially and career-wise, marriage is the right choice. That, and Rachel checks off most of my boxes.
I walk over and pour myself a bourbon as my door opens.
“You want a drink?” I call out, then look up.
Time stops—it ceases to exist as I watch her walk toward me. Slowly I bring the expensive scotch to my lips.
“Hello, Mr. Powers.” Slightly raspy, her voice does it for me. My cock almost throbs as if he needs to remind me that the object of his obsession is here.
“Hello, beautiful.” My eyes take her in. Stunning can’t even begin to describe this creature who’s walking toward me.
Breathtaking… that’s close. She truly is exquisite, and it’s not the dress or shoes; it’s the way she holds her head up, her shoulders back. Her air of confidence, it’s like an aphrodisiac.
She takes my breath away. My eyes dip to her red lips that smirk as if she knows. I bring the drink to my lips and shoot my fifty-year-old liquor, which is supposed to be savored, letting the sting and burn add to the ongoing pain merely thinking about her has brought me.
But now she’s here, in my office, and I’m not gonna wait anymore.
I almost growl as I set the glass down with a loud thud and reach for her, jerking her to me.
“Jett.” She gasps as my hand snakes into her thick, dark hair and pulls her head back.
“What did you call me?” I unbutton my belt with my other hand.
“I…” Her eyes are like giant-sized saucers, and suddenly all I want is to wake up every morning seeing them. What the hell, Jett?
I’m wound up too tight. I should have jerked off, released the poisons, because I’m not thinking straight as I take her lips and growl into her cherry mouth. My tongue instantly tangles with hers as she digs her nails into my forearms. Electric energy zings through us, and for some reason this angers me.
“Fuck.” I lift my head. Her lips are already swollen from my bruising kiss, but her eyes… they sparkle like gems in the sunlight.
She likes it rough, not that I even care. I’m not in the mood to be anything but what I really am. I spin her around, and she instinctively grabs the edge of my desk.