Total pages in book: 43
Estimated words: 43856 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 219(@200wpm)___ 175(@250wpm)___ 146(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 43856 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 219(@200wpm)___ 175(@250wpm)___ 146(@300wpm)
Holy fuck!!
Not even in my wildest scenarios as an intimacy coordinator could I have dreamed up something this HOT.
The Phantom’s leather seat molded beneath me as I shifted, pressing into him, the swell of my breasts molding against his solid chest.
He took that arm away from the backseat and he went to town.
First of all, not every man could kiss.
Some treated it like a messy obligation—too wet, too fast, too careless, as if the goal were just to get through it rather than savor it.
Others were timid, hesitant, all nerves and uncertainty, as if they were waiting for direction instead of leading with intention.
But Fabien?
Good God!!
Fabien kissed like he had studied the art of seduction in some secret, elite academy.
Like he had memorized every detail of a woman’s pleasure and then refined it with meticulous precision.
He kissed like a man who didn’t just enjoy it—he worshipped it, pouring erotic heat into every slow, silky stroke of his tongue and every firm yet teasing press of his lips.
And God help me, I wanted to give him a Stellar star for that damn kiss because it was a five-course, fine-dining experience of a kiss.
The kind that lingered, that made you sit back afterward—dazed and reeling—already craving more before you’d even fully processed what had just happened.
He played with pressure, teasing one second, deepening the next, making my body arch toward him instinctively.
Mindlessly.
I felt weightless and fevered all at once, like I was dissolving into the heat of him.
Damn it.
I had gone years—years—without sex, and this was the man I decided to finally let touch me?
I was DOOMED!!!
Groaning, he moved his hands—one cupping my face, the other sliding down, grazing my throat, skimming lower. His fingertips traced the tops of my breasts, featherlight, a tease.
And finally, he lifted his mouth from mine, giving me a few seconds to catch my breath.
That sexy voice left his lips. “I want to ask you a very dirty question.”
My pulse skittered. “Please.”
“What cup size are these?” He gestured to my breasts. “DD. Right?”
A wicked laugh slipped from me. “Baby. . .these are well out of the D section.”
His eyes darkened, his grip on me tightening. “Mmmm.”
“These are H cups.”
A reverent curse left him. “Dear God. I have now realized that I love the letter H.”
“Oh really?” I teased, licking my lips.
His gaze tracked the movement of my tongue. Dirty lust flared in his eyes. “So many lovely things start with H.”
“Like?”
His fingers brushed the underside of my breast. His lips hovered just above mine as he whispered, “Heat. Hunger. Horny hands.”
His palm flattened over my chest, fingers splaying over lace. “Heaven.”
A shiver ran through me, but before I could react, he caught my lip between his teeth, a sharp tug before he plunged his tongue back in, kissing me so thoroughly, so devastatingly, that I forgot how to breathe.
Shit. I could die right here.
The temperature in the Phantom soared and I doubted that Dalvin had raised the heat.
It was all Fabien.
His kisses trailed lower, his mouth dragging along my jaw, my neck, down. . .
“Mmmm.” I moaned, unable to help myself.
I closed my eyes and let my head fall back against the seat.
Hell yes. Kiss me everywhere.
Another pleasureful sigh slipped from me just as his lips ghosted over the tops of my breasts.
Oh God yes.
Then. . .
The car jerked a little.
I opened my eyes and my gaze went to the rearview mirror—where Dalvin’s wide gaze locked with mine.
Oh. My. God.
Dalvin was watching us.
Fabien’s mouth was still on my neck, his lips dragging lower, slow and devastating, like he had all the time in the world to devour me.
My body ached.
And God—where I wanted him to go next was right to my breasts.
And then there was Dalvin.
His wide gaze heating up the rearview mirror, his pupils blown with horniness, his throat bobbing as he swallowed hard.
Oh my God.
A dark, forbidden thrill curled inside me.
Dalvin wasn’t supposed to be watching. He was supposed to be focused on the road, on getting us safely to our destination.
But instead. . .he was captivated.
Still, he probably thought I didn’t notice. Maybe he even thought he was being discreet.
But I saw the way his grip tightened on the wheel, the way he shifted in his seat like his pants were getting too tight.
And that knowledge sent a wild pulse of arousal through me.
Of course, Fabien was completely unaware of the extra set of eyes on us.
And for the first time in a long time, I held the power in the space.
I was the one making a man fall apart behind the wheel.
I was the one being devoured by another man in the backseat.
And I was the one who could decide just how far this moment would go with the both of them.
A slow, wicked smile curled my lips. “Mmm.”
If Dalvin wanted to watch. . .then let him watch.