Total pages in book: 52
Estimated words: 50828 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 254(@200wpm)___ 203(@250wpm)___ 169(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 50828 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 254(@200wpm)___ 203(@250wpm)___ 169(@300wpm)
Vino in hand, I stroll down a darkened hallway toward my absent boss’s office. My stalker, if he wants me, will have to follow me where he can’t hide or blend in with the crowd.
My heart shifts into overdrive as I open the door to Nathan Price’s domain, lit only by the moon and the city lights. When I glance down the hall, a shadowy figure of a tall man with wide shoulders and a fit form follows, his stride decisive. Confident. Determined.
He’s coming. For me.
Oh. My. God.
I swallow and shut the door in a fit of second-guessing panic. Allowing myself to be cornered isn’t smart. We’re far enough from the music and chatter that no one would hear me scream. He could cover my mouth, tear off my clothes. He could do anything he wanted, and I couldn’t stop him.
I should return to the crowd.
But I don’t.
Moments later, a quiet click fills the silent office. The gleaming knob turns. My heart hammers. I can’t breathe.
He steps inside. Shadow falls across his strong face as his stare fastens on me. I can’t see his features in the dark, only the outline of his muscled form under his suit coat and the glint of lust in his eyes.
“Keep the door open.” My voice shakes.
Purposefully, he shuts and locks it. “I make the rules, baby girl.”
The authority in his voice melts my knees. My heart lurches and thuds. “Why were you watching me?”
“You’re beautiful.”
I’m not used to compliments, especially growled ones. My breath catches. “It’s the dress. I borrowed it from a friend and—”
“No. It’s you.” He saunters closer, like a man in control of his situation, of his life.
Of what happens next between us.
“Why did you follow me here?”
“Why did you lead me here?”
I can’t not answer him, especially when he watches me like he’s absorbing every detail. “I felt you.”
His teeth flash white in the dark. “Same. The second you walked in the door.”
Lust grips my throat. I should ask his name and what department he works in. Something. Words escape me.
“Whose office is this?” he asks.
“My boss’s.”
“Will he mind?”
“I don’t know. I’m new.”
“But you know your boss, right?”
“Actually, we’ve barely talked. I haven’t seen him since I was a kid, and I don’t remember him much.”
He laughs. “Well, don’t forget it’s always easier to ask for forgiveness than permission. First and last warning. Say no now, or I’m going to fuck you until you scream.”
His words short-circuit my brain. Men really talk that way? It’s not just a fantasy authors write into one-handed reads? Or maybe that’s how he rolls. His demeanor tells me he’s older. His blunt confidence reinforces that.
If he’s any indication, I’ve been swimming in the kiddie end of the dating pool, wasting my time with a boy.
He’s a man.
“Anything to say? Is ‘no’ coming out of that pretty mouth?” His fingertips skate up my arm, but he doesn’t grab me or drag me closer. I can back away. I can escape.
I don’t want to. I shake my head.
It doesn’t matter that I don’t know this man. He makes me feel more alive than I ever have. This must be what people mean when they talk about chemistry. Desire pings between us, electrifying the air. I breathe hard. My knees wobble.
“What are you saying, baby girl?”
“Yes. Please,” I breathe.
“Oh, you’re polite. I like it. You’ll need that later.” His smile widens as he cups my nape and steps against me, all but eclipsing me. The heat of his body radiates through his suit and blast-furnaces away the winter chill seeping through the windows. “I’m going to enjoy every minute of this…”
When his knuckles graze my cheek and his hot breath warms my lips, I dissolve. My eyes slide shut. My body sizzles. Before our mouths even meet, I suspect this man won’t merely adjust my definition of sex. He’ll redefine it forever.
Then he plasters his body against mine. He’s not subtle as he urges me back until I make contact with the wall. When I gasp, he flashes me a shark’s smile as he plants his palm above my head and presses against me. Every part of my body buzzes when he lifts my chin with his free hand and his mouth swoops down to hover over mine.
“Say it again,” he demands. “Tell me you want this.”
“Please.”
My trembling whimper barely brushes his lips before he seizes my mouth and delves inside as if he owns me.
His clean, warm taste, flavored by a hint of scotch, intoxicates my senses. I shudder. I can’t get my hands on him fast enough. I can’t slant my head and take him deep enough.
The stranger pins me to the wall with his hard body and devours me with an exacting, methodical kiss. He’s an expert at dismantling my defenses and awakening me.