Total pages in book: 42
Estimated words: 39829 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 199(@200wpm)___ 159(@250wpm)___ 133(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 39829 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 199(@200wpm)___ 159(@250wpm)___ 133(@300wpm)
With the ring in my pocket, I prepare to leave for the day. It’s finally time to claim the woman I am in love with. She has revealed her hand. I know she loves me, and this time I’m not going to let her worm her way out of my grasp. I don’t care what threat is in the way because I’ll tear anyone down that gets between us.
There is a quick knock on my office door. “Mr. Ivanov, Miss Martín just entered the hotel alone and she wasn’t happy.”
“Okay. I’m on my way.” I storm up there to hear the tail end of the conversation. So my little beauty is still quite upset by our kiss. I couldn’t believe that she hadn’t seen past my ruse with Mistress and the stupid attempts to get her in my home, to like it and want to stay.
I’ve been bold as fuck right in front of her father and older brother, but I don’t care. I’m done waiting, and she needs to understand how much she means to me.
Elsa stops me, tugging my arm outside the private elevators. “Where are we going?”
“Home.”
“Home?” she repeats with a questioning smile spreading across her flushed face.
I cup her warmed cheek. “Yes. We never talked about the living arrangements. I’m getting tired of you going back and forth.”
“Oh, are you?” She adds an audaciously raised brow to the look, and my cock loves the boldness.
“Yes, you know Mistress misses you,” I say, leading her inside and then turning to the control panel.
“What about you?”
I shrug. “She doesn’t miss me at all.”
She glares at me. “You’re an ass. I mean, do you miss me when I leave?”
“Every second that I’m not with you, Elsa.” Sliding the key into the lock, I shut down the elevator, which turns off the cameras. My hand cups her face and I say, “I’m going to kiss you, Elsa.”
“Please,” she whispers. Our lips connect, and it’s magnetic. I lean in and push her against the elevator wall, sliding my tongue along the seam of her lips until she parts them. Diving in, I taste her tongue, sliding mine against hers.
“Miles,” she whispers, panting so wonderfully. My phone vibrates in my slacks, and I know damn well who it is without having to check it. Her father is giving me a fucking warning to cut it out. I have to pull away before her father switches on the cameras. Dragging myself back, I release my hold and twist the key before pulling it from the lock.
“Later, Princess. Your dad has access to the cameras, too. I don’t need them trying to kill me before we’re married and my baby is growing inside you.”
“Baby?” she asks so softly that her voice cracks. I’m not sure if that’s a positive or negative response, so we need to have a talk before we take the bedroom talk any further.
“Yes. I know you’re probably not ready.” She presses her fingers to my lips.
“There is so much we need to talk about, but, Mr. Ivanov, this isn’t the place for the conversation.” She lifts her gaze to the camera light above. I nod, face forward, and take her hand in mine. The door opens, and we exit. I lead her to my waiting vehicle. Kyros holds the back door for us, and she slides in first. I watch her greedily as she moves her delectable body.
“Are you staring at my backside, Miles?” That saucy tone does nothing to stem the growing desire I have inside me. We’re not going to make it long before we end up in bed. It’s not what I want, even though my hunger to fuck her is there.
“Yes, I am,” I answer without an ounce of shame. I want her naked, but I should take her out first. The dog will keep us distracted, so I can behave like a damn civilized human instead of the damn animal I want to be.
She doesn’t say a word, but the look and smile that spreads to her eyes says it all.
“I hope you enjoyed the view.”
“I did, very much.” I smirk and then close the door behind us. Sitting next to her with the right to touch Elsa has never felt so good. Looking toward my driver and head of security, I say, “Kyros, take us to my home, please.”
“We’ve been in the car together before, but this feels different,” Elsa admits with a soft sigh.
“Yes, it does. I can hold you and stare at you and not feel guilty. I don’t have to sneak glances, hide my longing from you.”
“Why didn’t you just tell me? Goodness, when did you start having these feelings?”
“When you came crashing into the room, summoning your father to see the doctor. Truthfully, I noticed you before, but I thought I was imagining the attraction. Then, you landed in my arms, and nothing could change the path I was on.”