Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 56885 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 284(@200wpm)___ 228(@250wpm)___ 190(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56885 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 284(@200wpm)___ 228(@250wpm)___ 190(@300wpm)
“What did you have planned for after this?”
“That depends on my brave virgin,” he says, breathing heavily. “That depends on how badly you want to move forward, not let nerves rule you…”
“Are you saying you have a private place for us?”
He groans, gripping me with even more steamy possession. “It means exactly that…”
He can read me so well. He’s right. My nerves try to stop me, try to make me live in a what-if world, imaginary existences just like when I was a nose-in-my-book kid, just like at college.
“When we’re done here, take me there,” I whisper.
He kisses me again, this time with even more passion. I would’ve thought that was impossible before I felt it, the hunger blazing through his body, every inch of him hard and hot and ready.
“Nothing could stop me from claiming you,” he growls. “Not the mob, not my business, not my responsibilities. Not even common fucking decency.” His tone gets even deeper, huskier. “Passion like ours is a once-in-a-lifetime thing. We can’t control it. We can’t even try. Nothing, nobody could stop me from claiming your curvy, perfect virgin body or looking into your gorgeous eyes as your pussy gets wet and tight with an orgasm.”
I slid out of his lap, shaking all over, the sensation making my sex ache and pulse.
“Have I scared you away?” he says with a smirk.
“You know why I had to get off your lap,” I murmur.
He nods, his eyes never leaving me. “I need you to say it.”
“Because if I didn’t, I wouldn’t be able to wait until after dinner.”
The helicopter takes us to a modern property in the forest, a helipad on the roof, floor-to-ceiling windows—a beacon of glistening glass. “Your bachelor pad?” I say as the helicopter descends toward the property.
“A business retreat,” he yells through the headset. “I don’t have bachelor pads, Piper. Before you, I didn’t give a damn about anything other than work. Now, my property will be used for something far more important.”
Ever since I slid onto his lap at dinner, he’s been looking at me with fresh desire on his face. When the helicopter lands, he grabs me again. But this time, he doesn’t put me down. He holds me to his chest, cradling me close like husbands carry their wives over the threshold.
I drape my arms over his shoulders.
“You’re so fucking hot,” he snarls. “I need you so badly. I’m rock-hard for you, Piper. I can’t take it anymore.”
He only puts me down when he needs to unlock the door to the house, but then he quickly lifts me up again. I laugh in delight as he carries me up the stairs to the second floor. He kicks open the bedroom door and carries me to the bed.
When he lays me down, the importance of the moment, of us, of this finally hits me. I bite my lip, sitting up, staring at his body, seeming to pulse out of his suit, his firm length outlined in his pants.
“I know what you’re thinking,” he says fiercely.
Is he mad? Does he think I want to stop?
He reaches into his pocket and takes out his cell phone. “You want to text first… You want to get hot and heavy doing what we do best before we experience the real thing. Before we experience each other.”
I smile, rolling my eyes. “You don’t have to do this for me…”
He kneels and puts his hand on my leg, squeezing so that shivers dance up my thigh and tease my sex. “That sounds like I was right. You want me to do this?”
“What if I said you were right?” I murmur. “Doesn’t it seem a little… silly?”
“No,” he says fiercely. “It seems a little ‘us,’ and there could be nothing silly about that.”
He takes his phone from his pocket, looking at his cell and then at me as he types. His hand remains on my leg. When my phone buzzes, I laugh and take it from my pocket.
Logan: I want to stroke my hand up your leg, push against your horny pussy and feel your wetness and your desire. I want to caress you as you get even more excited, and the hornier you get, Beautiful, the more confident you’ll become.
My breathing comes faster as the digital melts into the physical, our two steamy worlds colliding.
Piper: I want you to do it. I’m going to moan so fucking hotly for you. I want to drive you crazy. I want to make you feel hard.
His hand glides up my leg. The closer he gets to my core, the more intense the sensations become. My body heats up. He pushes his hand against my crotch, pressing against my folds and clit through my clothes.
I promised I would moan, but that doesn’t mean it’s forced. It comes out naturally, tension bubbling up inside of me. He leans over the bed, moving his hand faster each moment, then pauses as he writes another text.