Total pages in book: 124
Estimated words: 116471 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 582(@200wpm)___ 466(@250wpm)___ 388(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 116471 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 582(@200wpm)___ 466(@250wpm)___ 388(@300wpm)
“I should have come sooner,” he said simply, his gaze moving to Albert once more.
“He’s gay, okay? And he’s very nice,” I said quickly.
Samuel gave me a small smile. “I know he’s gay. I had my men do a background check on everyone.”
I shouldn’t have been surprised. “He finds you very attractive. He said you could make him fall for the bad-boy type.”
Samuel touched my shoulder and gently steered me out into the hallway. His brows drew together. “Then he’s not so different from some women who fancy the bad boy in bed because they don’t know the baggage that comes with this life.”
He grabbed my gym bag from the locker room, then opened the front door for me.
“I should change clothes,” I said, confused.
Samuel shook his head. He pushed me down the ramp to his car parked right outside and lifted me out of the wheelchair. “Stay as you are.”
The look in his eyes and the low timbre of his words melted my insides. I blushed when I realized what Samuel had in mind.
“Does my ballet attire turn you on?” I asked with a teasing smile when Samuel didn’t put me down in the seat right away.
He lowered me into the seat but stayed bent over me. His eyes were practically devouring me whole. “You always turn me on, but right now, all I can think about is to claim your pussy in that tutu you’re wearing.” His lips claimed mine for a fierce kiss before he straightened and closed the door. The taste of whisky lingered on my lips from his kiss.
My belly tightened with apprehension, but I didn’t want to say anything and cause a repeat performance of the fight in the morning.
Samuel started the car the moment he was behind the wheel and raced away.
He took my hand as he drove us home. My body already rang with desire. It was still early, much earlier than Samuel’s usual time to return home from work.
The moment we pulled up in front of the house, Samuel shoved open the door and raced around the hood. He picked me up and carried me inside, then kicked the front door shut. Instead of carrying me upstairs, he turned and pressed my back against the door, then kissed me hard. He ground his cock between my legs, showing me how much I turned him on. I gasped into his mouth, delirious from his touch and his obvious hunger for me. He dry humped me as we kissed almost desperately. I could feel myself getting closer and closer. Samuel straightened suddenly and stumbled into his office with me in his arms. He set me on his desk, then swiped all the folders and sheets off the surface with one sweeping motion. I laughed, feeling almost lightheaded with desire. He pushed me down until I splayed on his desk, my legs spread because he stood between them.
His eyes raked over me. “Fuck.” He knelt and pushed up my skirt, then kissed my pussy through my leotard. I wasn’t wearing tights, only blush-colored ballet ankle warmers because it was always very warm in the studio. The leotard was quite tight and not easy to move to the side. Samuel let out a growl as he tried to push it to the side to eat me.
“I’ll have to pull it down,” I whispered between giggles and moans.
“No time,” he growled and unsheathed a knife from his chest. He cut through the fabric of my leotard and panties.
“Samuel!” I gasped in shock, but his mouth pressed against my pussy, and I lost the ability to speak.
I came not long after but never got time to catch my breath because Samuel ripped down his zipper and pulled out his cock. He gripped my hips and looked at me full of hunger and possessiveness as he pushed into me in one hard thrust.
His eyes fell shut, and I released a long moan at the stretched sensation. I could feel every nerve ending in my pussy. Samuel opened his eyes and surprised me when he bent forward and cupped my head, his thumbs stroking along my temple gently. He slid out of me gradually, only to glide back in even slower. His eyes locked on mine as he moved unhurriedly, his lips close but not touching mine. I couldn’t look away. This felt more intimate than ever before, as if Samuel was trying to convey something with his eyes.
I remembered Natalya’s words and wondered if she’d really seen what she described. If Samuel felt more for me than he could admit. “You are amazing,” he rasped as he made love to me.
God, this felt like making love. Was it?
Could this really be love?
Emma searched my eyes, hoping to find proof of deeper feelings in them. Fuck, and I was so tired of hiding my feelings, so fucking tired of keeping her at arms’ length when I wanted her close, closer than I’d ever wanted someone.