Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 58564 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 293(@200wpm)___ 234(@250wpm)___ 195(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58564 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 293(@200wpm)___ 234(@250wpm)___ 195(@300wpm)
"Confirmation of..." And then she realized what exactly he was asking, and her horrified gaze flew to the man seated across her. "Mr. Simonides!"
Her blush proved to be as tremendously impactful as it had been in the past, and his cock jutted demandingly against his trousers. "Call me Acheron, mikrí mou."
Pippi could only shake her head, no longer daring to speak. The sexy rasp in Acheron's voice was like a wake-up call that had her realizing too late of the danger she had unwittingly placed herself in. It had finally dawned on her just how much she had revealed to him over the course of one stupid meal, and omigodomigodomigod - how gullible could she get?
She gazed at her glass of chilled mango sago with despair and longing. It was still half-full, but how could she let herself finish it now? Prudence dictated that she needed all her wits about her, and Lord knew how this particular dessert always had a rather mellowing effect on her senses.
Her phone suddenly rang, making her jump in her seat, and Pippi nearly cringed when she saw the flicker of amusement in Acheron's gaze. Blast it. The man definitely knew now how nervous he made her.
Acheron gestured to her phone, saying politely, "You should answer that. I wouldn't want your sister to think you're in trouble."
"Oh. Um. Thank you." Pippi tried to hide her relief as she stood up and excused herself from the table. Maybe she had it all wrong? Maybe he was just a big flirt, maybe he was just having fun at her expense, but at the end of the day, he had realized that she simply wasn't his type?
The thought should've made her happy, but it didn't, and this caused Pippi to answer her sister's call in an unusually subdued tone. "Hey, Rue."
"First question," the twenty-year-old declared blithely. "Is your V-card still intact?"
"Rue!" What was it with people today that they were all concerned about her hymen?
The younger girl let out a disappointed sigh. "You're dating People's Sexiest Man Alive—-"
"That was last year," Pippi muttered.
"You're deliberately missing the point..." Rue's voice became sly. "And it's not like you to beat around the bush, sister dear."
"You're imagining things." Standing next to the balcony's glass railings, she tried but failed to take pleasure at the panoramic view Acheron's penthouse afforded her. All she could think of was leaving, and the sooner the better.
"Are you still there, Pi?"
"Yeah, I'm here. Let's just—-" She broke off, sensing someone approach from behind, and when she turned around, it was to find Acheron coming to a stop within kissing distance, so blasted close the scent of his cologne was once again teasing her nostrils.
So close. Too close. Impossibly, painfully, agonizingly close.
"Pi?"
"Umm..." Her mind was a blank, with the heat blazing from Acheron's eyes making her feel like a cornered rabbit. She knew she should move, but she couldn't. She knew she should push him away, but she couldn't. Oh, the many things she knew she should do, but couldn't - because the truth was...
She didn't want to do any of them, Pippi realized sickly.
"Pi?" This time, Rue's voice was tinged with serious concern.
"S-Sorry." Her voice came out unnaturally shrill, with Acheron having reached for one of her hands, and oh dear Lord, his touch was scorching, like electricity running through every vein of her body. "I was just thinking of..." Her voice faltered as Acheron raised her hand to his lips.
"Thinking of what?" Rue prompted.
And now, he was slipping one finger into his mouth.
Omigodomigodomigodomigod!
Her finger!
In his mouth!
HER FINGER!
IN HIS MOUTH!
She somehow managed to find her voice. "Fin....findings."
Acheron's eyes laughed at her, but when she tried to yank her hand out of his hold, he retaliated by sucking on her finger, and her knees immediately buckled.
Bloody, bloody, bloody hell!
"Findings about what?"
Pippi found herself clutching one of the balcony posts just to stay upright, her gaze helplessly drawn to the erotic sight of her finger in his mouth.
Oh God, the way his tongue swirled, the scrape of his teeth, and the way he sucked...
"Pippi?"
"It's d-difficult to e-explain." And it was. "I'll call you again. O-Okay?" Her voice caught as Acheron sucked on her finger just a bit harder, enough to make her whole body shiver.
A moment later, she heard Rue whisper, "Oh my."
Oh no.
"I'm so going to tell everyone."
"Rue—-"
But the line was already dead, and a moment later, she, too, was dead, with Acheron lowering his head and releasing her finger so he could replace it with her mouth.
Seven
PIPPI'S FIRST KISS was when she was fifteen. His name was Luke, and he had been a year older. He had been one of the most handsome boys in school, and she had felt like the luckiest girl alive when he asked her out.
They had seen each other almost every day that summer, and one night, she had snuck out of the house to meet with him. That was when they kissed, a clumsy but fervent meeting of lips under the moonlight that made their young bodies tremble against each other.