Total pages in book: 54
Estimated words: 52355 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 262(@200wpm)___ 209(@250wpm)___ 175(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 52355 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 262(@200wpm)___ 209(@250wpm)___ 175(@300wpm)
“Holy shit, Mila.”
His gaze moves up and down, his expression a mix of wonder and lust. It gives me a hit of the drug I’m hooked beyond help on—power.
He takes a step closer to me, and I take a step forward, a step away from him. I know where this is going. If he gets his hands on me, I’ll lose the tenuous hold I have on my self-control. It’s been a long time since a man has touched me, and I’m feeling too close to Colby right now.
It’s because we just got married. Because he helped me out of the biggest jam I’ve ever been in. Because feeling sexy is always arousing. It can’t be that there’s a spark between us. I’m a planner, and that’s not part of my plan.
I’ve already had my eggs frozen so I can become a mother in two years with the help of an anonymous sperm donor. I’m going to have a family on my own. Hopefully twins. When I picture my future, I don’t see a man in it.
“Hear me out,” Colby says, taking another step forward.
“No.”
My voice is unusually high and my nipples are hard inside the damned corset. I’m not the usual Mila right now. Mila in a business suit would tell him to stop right fucking now. But Mila in this lingerie? She’s not so sure that’s what she wants.
He puts up an index finger. “One time. Just tonight.”
My mouth goes dry. I should say no. That two-letter word normally comes so easily to me.
It’s just one night, though. A chance to see if I’m lucky enough to have rushed into a fake marriage just to save my ass with a man I end up having incredible chemistry with.
That would be the ultimate middle finger to Mills, and it would satisfy the ache Colby built inside me with nothing more than words and the way he’s looking at me, like a starving man looking at a gourmet meal.
“Just tonight,” I say softly. “And first you have to get me out of this thing.”
He stalks forward, hands reaching out toward the upper part of my back. “Fuck me, more buttons?”
“Not as many. I’m laced into it. Quentin pulled it as tight as he could get it while allowing me to still breathe.”
“The things women do to look smaller,” he mutters. “You’re just as beautiful without this thing, you know? And we’re going to have a hell of a lot more fun without it.”
Fun. When was the last time I had fun? It’s not a word that normally appears anywhere near my name. But after the stress of the last few days, fun sounds really good.
“Hey,” I say softly as Colby releases the tie at the top of the corset. “You won’t tell your teammates about this, right?”
“No. I don’t kiss and tell.”
“Is that what we’re about to do?”
He slides his hands around my waist, making a growling sound as he bends and puts his mouth on my neck, making me gasp. He kisses the nape of my neck, then places another kiss at the spot of my pulse, and then another on my shoulder, all while pulling my back against his front. I moan and close my eyes, his lips making my stomach twist and turn.
“There’ll be kissing,” he says against my skin. “And everything we”
He’s cut off by a loud beeping sound, followed by a mechanical-sounding female voice stating, “Fire. Evacuate immediately.”
I jump, his arms falling away from me. The automated beeping of the fire alarm and the verbal warning play on repeat. I turn around to face him, my eyes widening with panic.
“Holy fuck, it’s the fire alarm.”
“You mean the cockblocker?”
“Colby!” I shriek. “Look at me! I can’t evacuate in a corset!”
“Shouldn’t we call the front desk and make sure this isn’t a drill?”
I can’t believe he’s thinking about missing out on sex when the building is most likely on fire.
“A drill at one in the freaking morning?”
“You go get dressed and I’ll call the front desk.”
I nod, calling out over my shoulder. “There’s a button inside the pantry to call directly down to the front desk.”
Running into my bedroom, I grab the first thing I see that will cover me up—a knee-length robe. After throwing it on, I slip my feet into a pair of flats and go back out to the kitchen.
Colby’s expression confirms it’s not a drill.
“We have to go now. There’s a fire in the elevator shaft, so we have to take the stairs.”
“What the fuck? We were just in the elevator a few minutes ago!”
“Listen to me, Mila. Grab your phone and one thing you can fit in your hand. We have to get out of here.”
My jaw drops as I mentally scan through my entire art collection, trying to decide which one piece I want to save. It’s impossible; this art collection means everything to me.