Total pages in book: 18
Estimated words: 17073 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 85(@200wpm)___ 68(@250wpm)___ 57(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 17073 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 85(@200wpm)___ 68(@250wpm)___ 57(@300wpm)
I launch out of my chair and start walking in her direction. The engine cleaner tasted awful, but I’m a seasoned drinker, and it doesn’t knock me around the same way as Silver.
As quickly as my storming of her gates begins, it ends before I take my first step into the corridor.
Stop.
Think.
I’ve already exposed her to too much of my life. Just being here puts her at risk of something wicked coming her way.
Talking and teasing each other is one thing. Me following her down this hall feels like the only logical end to our night, but where does it go from there? I can’t let her in. She accepted my admittance of being head of the Lion’s Den because we’re trapped here.
That’s where it ends. Tomorrow is another day, and I can’t let tonight weigh on her mind forever. If anything happened to her because of me…
Wait. Why the fuck have I started walking again? Despite my weak reservations, my feet continue barreling in the direction of Silver’s giggling.
The wrong head is calling the shots, and I can’t regain control over myself.
Reaching the door brings another hurdle to overcome. A crack wide enough for me to see inside. Do I look? Could I stop myself?
No to both, but the latter and the ever-swelling flames in my gut lead me closer. Closer. Until I finally see her.
Bent over, with her long, silky smooth, milky thighs in plain view. Already stripped of her shirt and jeans, all that’s left is a strip of matching black panties that runs down her ass and hides her pink slit.
I’m fucking enamored by it. If one look at her tits was enough to drive me crazy, seeing the rest of her exquisite body is going to leave me certified insane. For one look, one taste, I’ll give up my mind in a heartbeat.
I catch a rumble trying to escape my throat and still it by clenching my fists so tight my nails dig into my palm. I’m not ready to let her know I’m here. Not yet, while I take in this incredible view.
When she stands and reaches for her dark blue gym leggings, it’s time to make my move.
Turn away and run, the last sane thought crosses my mind. It’s the right thing to do, but I have a bad habit of making the wrong decisions.
I push the door open, and with a hop and a squeal, Silver turns to me, hoisting her leggings in front of her chest to cover her now-bare breasts. The momentary shock of my arrival is quickly replaced by a devious grin and a teasingly slow lowering of the garment.
“Naughty boy.” Lust drips heavily on her words. I’d reply if I could find any words. But this turned out better than I expected. My eyes are glued to her tits, and my mind is in a swirl of emotions I haven’t felt in decades. “I told you I was gonna change.”
I’ve been thinking about this all wrong.
Not once has Silver treated me like the monster I am. Raised her torch or pitchfork to chase me away from this place. She’s only shown me hospitable kindness and the warmth of a stranger’s good graces.
So, to hell with the consequences. Anyone brave enough to put a target on Silver’s back will have to go through me. And God help the poor souls who suffer the full extent of my wrath.
“Exactly.” I approach her cautiously, challenging myself to meet her eyes and failing as her chest bounces with every breath she draws. “The image in my mind couldn’t live up to the real thing. And I’d hate myself in the morning if I missed my opportunity.”
“For what?” Silver drops her leggings at her feet and shifts her arms to her sides. Her sultry tone has changed almost nervously. Eager to see where I plan on taking this.
Unluckily for the both of us, I haven’t thought that far. Peering through a crack in the door and standing face-to-face with this beauty are worlds apart.
Well, my second head brought me this far, better let it do the thinking from here.
“This.” I take three long strides to reach her before I wrap a hand around her neck. No more words, just actions.
With my new grip on Silver, I pull her closer until her warm breath caresses my lips.
Our mouths meet in a ferocious embrace. Tongues bash through our lips and dance across one another as primal noises bellow out from deep inside my chest.
Silver’s hands dance over the front of my chest. Her fingers find every groove of my muscular abdomen, tracing lines as they descend further. My hands aren’t far behind. The one holding her neck sinks down her back, caressing every inch of her bare skin.
I don’t have the same self-control she does. Slow and tactful isn’t part of my handbook, and before I realize what I’m doing, I’ve got a firm grip on her ass cheeks.