Total pages in book: 38
Estimated words: 34876 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 174(@200wpm)___ 140(@250wpm)___ 116(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34876 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 174(@200wpm)___ 140(@250wpm)___ 116(@300wpm)
Decker chuckles, and I keep my finger on his lips as he smiles. Then his tongue darts out to taste my finger. He shifts, then pulls my fingertip between his lips until he's sucking it into his mouth. My mind goes blank, and at the same time, the hand on my back presses me forward until we're crushed together.
"That feels really good. I wouldn't expect it to. I would have thought it would feel gross. But it doesn't. It's…" My words catch in my throat as he draws my finger deep into the wet heat of his mouth, and his tongue wraps around it, fast enough to nearly write his name on it. "You don't even know where my finger has been," I whisper, my eyes drifting closed as he smashes my chest into the craggy rocks of his upper abs.
My head rests against his chest, his breath beating down on my face from above. I'm lost in this moment. He takes his hand away from my neck and grips my wrist, drawing my finger from his mouth. Before I can focus on another breath or thought, he's got me around the waist, and I'm off my feet. The white walls are spinning, and he shifts to sit me on the desk, pushing his body between my legs.
His voice is ragged. "Yes, you're hired. No, I don't need to see you dance."
"I'm engaged." I drop that bomb and hold my breath.
5
Decker
Agirl walks into a bar…
And blows my world apart.
"You're not engaged anymore."
I don't know what possesses me to say that, but it's the truth. The second she took my kiss, I marked her as mine. Anyone tries to take her from me, I'll bury them.
Mine.
Fucking seriously. Twenty minutes ago, I was settled on the fact that I would probably die alone. A fucking hundred-year-old virgin. And now, I'm ready to skin any motherfucker who looks at her like he's got a claim. This sweet little thing sitting on my desk like a ripe cherry waiting to be picked.
"What?" She tips her head to the side, and her cheeks plump out with a smile that nearly empties my balls into my pants. "Yes, I am. I'm engaged. For real. I have a fiancé. And so, I suppose, I'm a cheating whore right now."
The way she talks makes me want to wash her mouth out with soap and tug her into my lap. Not only does she look like no other girl I've ever seen, she doesn't talk like any I've ever heard. And trust me, I've heard plenty in this business. She's clearly no whore, and I doubt she even knows what the word means.
The sound of the words "fiancé" and "whore" on her lips makes me want to throw her over my knee and spank those thoughts out of her. No fucking way is she engaged. Her eyes give her away. She’s as fresh as a Sunday afternoon in spring. And if she really belonged to someone else, she wouldn't have kissed me like she just did. I can taste something in her, something familiar, something I've been waiting for my whole life. So whatever this engagement bullshit is, I've just added it to my to-undo list.
"Do you kiss him?" I grumble. If any word comes out of her mouth but no, I'm hunting down this Fiancé fuck tonight.
She wrinkles her nose at me. She's thinking about what to say, which means the answer's no.
"Naw," she says, shaking her head. "It's kind of a strange set-up. It's my family, they're very…" She bobs her head side-to-side, squinting one eye. "…traditional."
That's all I need to know.
I shift closer, splaying her knees farther apart, and her eyes go wide. They're silver-gray, wrapped in a cord of black. Alabaster skin just waiting to be tasted, framed by long amber waves of hair. I'm admiring every inch I can see, memorizing it for later because I intend to map her with my tongue until I know where I'm kissing with my eyes closed.
"Are you going to make me orgasm again?" she chirps, turning her head up to smile at me, as she leans back on locked arms, swinging her feet back and forth.
I try to hide my bewilderment over this tiny weirdo. She's sugar and spice and everything that I didn't know I wanted, all wrapped up in mismatched Rodeo Drive clothes.
"Orgasm?" I lean forward, hands flat on the desk next to hers, my torso twisted in knots, trying not to flip her on her back and bury my face in her pussy this second. The sound of that word on her lips makes my cock kick against my zipper. "You want me to give you an orgasm, Pink?"
"Yes. That would be nice." Her eyes flash from excitement to fear. "But I shouldn't."
"Yes, you should. Someone should give you orgasms every day. And starting tonight, that someone's me."