Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 97865 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 489(@200wpm)___ 391(@250wpm)___ 326(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97865 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 489(@200wpm)___ 391(@250wpm)___ 326(@300wpm)
“I told you. I don’t like liars, Fay.”
I pull away. “Okay, fine. I snooped. I wanted to know what made you so upset and shut down. Who was it?”
“I also prefer my privacy. Now, it seems like the night is dwindling. MIC has always been one of their top donators, so they comp me the penthouse suite for the evening. You should take it.”
“Oh, no. I can go home.”
“I insist.” His hand presses against my lower back, and he escorts us through the luxury hotel lobby. We’re quiet while we take the elevator to the private floor. A million opportunities arise for me to stop and insist he take me home. It would give us extra time together so I can ask the damn questions that have been simmering in my mind all night. Why did he bring me instead of her? Does he feel this constant buzz between us? And if so, what the hell do we do about it?
We stop at the suite’s double doors, and he swipes a card. I step inside and turn around, but he doesn’t move.
“I don’t need to stay here. You can take me home.”
“No. Enjoy the room. You deserve it.” His words say one thing, but his eyes tell another tale.
A tremor of desire flows through me. I tuck my clutch under my arm and slightly pop my hip. “Want to at least come in for a nightcap? I’m sure the mini bar is filled with those really expensive bottles.”
His eyes gleam with humor, but he holds back. “I don’t think that’s a good idea.” The last thing either of us wants is a nightcap. The booze I’ve already consumed gives me the boldness I need to ask for what I really want. And that’s him. The way he’s looking at me right now, he may be saying no, but everything else about him wants to say yes.
I lift my hand and tug the tie at the back of my neck free. My dress falls in waves to my feet, leaving me bare except for my black lace thong. I breathe steadily and reply, “I think it would be a very good idea.”
His hands fist at his sides, and a muscle in his tightened jaw pulses. I worry he’s angry at my blatant attempt.
“This can’t happen,” he says through gritted teeth.
His continued denial hurts, spiking my own frustration. “Right. No obligations…” I bend to grab my dress when a hand shoots out, taking me gently by the throat. He guides me back up, and his lips crash against mine. His hand slips behind my nape and grabs a fistful of my hair while his other hand wraps around my waist to lift me off my feet.
The door to the suite closes behind him as he storms over to the bed with me in his arms. “This goes nowhere. Do you understand me? No one can know.”
“Your secret’s safe with me, boss.”
“Watch it.” He smacks me hard on my butt cheek as he sets me down and deepens our kiss. Switching our positions, he sits on the bed, pulling me to straddle his lap. I immediately grind against the hardness already evident in his pants. “You’re a naughty little thing. And this is a very bad idea.”
“If it’s such a bad idea, why’d you kiss me and get me off in your office?”
His fingers dig into my ass. “Because I couldn’t stay away.” The grip on my hair tightens, and he tugs my head back, exposing my neckline. His mouth moves to my chin, and he spreads kiss after heated kiss down my neck. I squeal when he stands and twists, tossing me onto the bed.
My skin prickles with anticipation and hope that this goes further than it did in his office, and he doesn’t back down. But as soon as we lock eyes, I know there’s no way he’s walking away this time. “You looked stunning in that dress.”
“Thanks. Do you want me to put it back on?”
“Not a fucking chance.” He loosens and removes his tie, slinging it away before his jacket and dress shirt follow. My breath catches with his bare chest on full display. Just like I’d remembered. Pure muscle. His fingers grip my ankles, and he tugs me toward the bottom of the bed. Dropping to his knees, he slowly slides my thong down my legs, and I gasp when he covers my sex with his mouth. My hips shoot off the bed, but I don’t get too far before his hands dig into my skin, holding me in place. Lap after glorious lap, he sucks me in, teasing me. My thighs shake around him, needing more. His tongue thrusts through my slickness, and my head falls back.
“I knew you would taste this sweet.” His finger brushes between my butt cheeks before sliding back up and disappearing inside me. “Never expected you to be so greedy.” In and out, he fucks me at an almost torturously slow pace. I attempt to move my hips and bring him closer, but his hand holds me more firmly in place. “Tell me what you want, Fay. Your body is so needy, and I want you to confess everything you’re craving.” My sex throbs around his tongue while he grants me two fingers, stretching me. “You know I don’t like to wait. Tell me or—”