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)
I moan and grab his impossibly wide shoulders as his hands wander. While he learns my shape in the dark, my head spins, buzzing with how wrong yet perfect his manhandling feels. Kissing Eric was never like this. I don’t care about trivial things, like breathing. All I want from this man is more.
He grinds his impressive cock between my legs and swipes his thumb across my taut nipple. Another shiver spreads through my body. A groan slips free. I don’t care who he is or where we are. I want him.
Tearing my lips free, I shove his tie aside and reach for the buttons of his shirt.
He grips my wrists. “Not here.”
I whimper. “But—”
“Shh. I still intend to make you scream, but I’ve decided to take you somewhere I can take my time with you.”
Yes. Every part of me throbs in excitement. For him.
Still, I hate looking desperate. “What if I’ve changed my mind?”
“You haven’t.” He drags his thumb across my nipple again, his touch slow and subversive. “Have you?”
“No,” I pant. “God no.”
“Good girl.”
Those words shouldn’t excite me. But they do, especially when he slants his mouth over mine again. I lose myself in my mysterious stranger, inhaling the seductive scents of amber, sandalwood, and man. It’s not artificial, like cologne. It’s him.
I can’t stop touching him.
The feeling seems mutual when he slides his rough palms down to cup my ass and pulls me closer. I throw my arms around his neck and press myself against him.
God, I’ve never swooned from a kiss. I spent six years with Eric, and I’ve never felt so desperate to be touched.
This stranger is going to ruin me, and I don’t want to stop it.
Abruptly, he pulls free and searches my face. “Anyone you need to say goodbye to?”
“No. You?”
“Already done. Where’s your coat?”
“I didn’t bring one.” The displeasure tightening his face leaves me feeling chastened. “I forgot.”
“Wear mine.” He drapes his around my shoulders, then takes my hand. “We’ll leave down the back stairs.”
The stranger doesn’t give me time to think before he leads me from the party and to an unmarked door. My whole body throbs, single-mindedly focused on pulling off my clothes and begging this man to do his worst.
In the surprisingly dark stairwell, he wraps a steadying arm around me so I don’t fall in my too-high heels. “I’ll bring you back to your car in the morning.”
I’d rather have a way home if I need it. But…where is home now? “Okay.”
Finally, we reach the brightly lit parking lot. I turn and glance up at the stranger.
My jaw drops.
I suspected he would be hot, but this man… I bite my lip to hold in a moan.
He’s a god with a strong face, black eyes, and dark hair salty at the temples. Time and life have worn a frown line between his brows that makes him look deliciously stern. His five o’clock shadow frames a slash of a mouth and dusts a jaw so cut, he’ll probably slice me open. And the way he feels under his dress shirt? He obviously works out a lot.
He’s not just a man; he’s all man.
A wave of heat rolls up my body and settles impatiently between my legs.
He raises a dark brow at me. “Any objections?”
“No.”
He gives me a lascivious once over. “Good. You’re stunning, baby girl. I can’t wait to make you come.”
My stomach dips as he guides me onto the passenger’s seat of a luxury sedan he probably paid six figures for. Then he settles his big body in beside me, commanding the vehicle as he pulls out of the lot and steers me through the night.
“What if…we work together?” It’s a question I should have asked sooner. “I’ve only been at Force Financial for two weeks and—”
“Have you seen me in the last two weeks?”
“No.”
“At this point, if we worked together, would it really matter to you?”
The way I feel right now? “No.”
“Is there any way you don’t let me fuck you tonight?”
I hate to be too obvious, but after Eric, I don’t want to waste time playing silly games. “No.”
“Then we don’t need to talk until after I give you orgasms.”
CHAPTER THREE
Nathan
At the first stoplight, I glance at my prey, now clutching her little gold purse and staring out the windshield.
Isabella Shay is beautiful—and nervous as fuck. She should be. She’s a walking wet dream I’m going to enjoy defiling.
When Doug was my business partner, I barely saw the girl. She was thirteen, all gawky elbows and a smile full of braces. But now? She has my full attention. Hell, she had my cock throbbing the second I spied her walking into the party. Fucking her both physically and figuratively will be a distinct thrill. And by the time she understands my intentions…it will be far too late.
She’ll be mine.