Total pages in book: 31
Estimated words: 28998 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 145(@200wpm)___ 116(@250wpm)___ 97(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 28998 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 145(@200wpm)___ 116(@250wpm)___ 97(@300wpm)
I can’t stop thinking of her perfect tits, her smooth thighs, and her soaked little slit. She’s a goddess made to be bred, and every snapshot I’ve taken of her is flashing through my brain.
“You shouldn’t look at me like that,” she mutters.
“Like what?”
“Like you’re undressing me in your mind.”
Christ, is she psychic? I move in closer and take her soft hands in mine. “And would something be wrong with that?” I ask. “Given what we’ve already done?”
Her breath catches in her chest before she shakes her head. “I’m en—engaged…”
“Are you married?” I ask. Again, she shakes her head.
“Then you don’t belong to anyone.”
Anyone but me.
She sways a little bit like she’s going to move away, but I slip my hand around her waist and pull her to me.
Her lips part, and her voice flutters. “Finn—”
I cut her off with a kiss, deep and enveloping. She moans into my mouth and arches her back, pressing her breasts into my chest, causing my cock to ache with furious need and desire. I’m burning all over with animalistic hunger.
This is where I belong.
Mira is my heaven.
I shouldn’t be thinking about laying her out on Slate’s desk and fucking her silly. Slate’s been nothing but kind to me, and I shouldn’t disrespect him like that. But goddamn, it’s Mira for Christ’s sake! How could I not be thinking that right now?
The spark between us is undeniable. It’s like being hit in the chest while simultaneously getting high on the world’s greatest heroin. Not that I’ve ever been into drugs.
I slide my hand up her leg, lifting the hem of her skirt, but that’s when she pulls back. Her eyes are smoldering, but I can’t tell if it’s anger or desire. “So is this how you treat all your female customers?”
“What?” I snap back in shock. She can’t be serious.
“You heard me,” she replies defiantly. “You’re way too smooth for it to have been your first time doing this.”
I don’t know whether to be complimented or offended. “Smooth?” I almost laugh, snatching her back. My cock is screaming in desperation.
“That’s right.” She nods. “This may come as a surprise to you, but I know a player when I see one.”
Tyler. She’s talking about Tyler and projecting onto me.
Does she already know he’s cheating on her?
“Mira, I’ve never—”
“Oh, fuck off, Finn. We both know that’s bullshit. You men are all the same.” She turns her head away from me and stares at the wall, her face stony as though I just did something to offend her. She’s actually adorable when she’s mad. I like a challenge, and taming that wild spirit of hers is just going to make this thing between us so much hotter.
Grabbing her chin, I force her to look at me as I lay her back on Slate’s desk. Her eyes widen, but her lips purse as I push her down beneath me and pin her down with my bodyweight. “Listen to me, princess. I’m not some player, and I’m not a liar. When I see something I want, I take it. But all I want is you.”
I hear a tremor in her breath. She likes it when I get right to the point. Speak dominant to her. I slide my hand up her leg, pushing her skirt aside, only to discover she’s not wearing any panties. The soft, tender skin of her pussy grazes my finger, and my cock jerks. I feel the wetness of her arousal and lose control.
I pull out my hard-on, hike up her skirt and press my tip against her hole, spreading her just slightly. Even the slightest sensation, the hint of being inside her is almost too much to stand. But that’s when I feel her tense up, and not just because of an expectation.
She’s nervous.
I look at her eyes and see she’s staring up at the ceiling, almost like she’s thinking about being somewhere else but here. As hard as it is, I pull back. “Are you all right, princess?”
She clears her throat. “I’ve…I’ve never done this before, Finn.”
My heart hammers in my chest. So I was right. Mira is a virgin. That’s why she’s so nervous right now. Why she’s pulling back.
“Don’t worry, princess—”
“I know you probably have a long line of girls just waiting to drop their panties and get pounded by you, but—” I have to laugh, which causes Mira’s eyes to refocus on me. She frowns, perplexed. “Is something funny?”
I shake my head and lean down to kiss her gently on the cheek. “There’s no line, princess. In fact, I haven’t been with a woman in so long I may have regained my virginity.”
That gets her to laugh, which in turn causes her body to loosen up. Her laugh is like music to my ears. If I could wake up and go to bed to that every day, I’d be happy until the day I die.