Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 59983 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 300(@200wpm)___ 240(@250wpm)___ 200(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 59983 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 300(@200wpm)___ 240(@250wpm)___ 200(@300wpm)
Thanks to her coworker’s encouragement, it looks like things will be going as I planned. Liliana isn’t telling me no.
She keeps her hand in mine, the gesture as good as an agreement to come with me. But as I pull her closer, she resists, holding her ground.
“I can’t just go.” She’s not arguing with me. She’s trying to tell me how it’s going to be. “I can’t leave them hanging like this. We got a huge order and—”
I nod. “I know.”
Her mouth falls open as she stares at me, her blue eyes sharpening as it clicks into place. Then she narrows them.
“I know,” I repeat.
“You put that order in?” she demands.
She tries to pull her fingers from mine but I squeeze them tighter. “I did.”
“To manipulate me? To bribe me into doing what you want?”
The other woman laughs awkwardly. “Um, does it matter?” Jenni gently nudges Liliana toward me and I don’t release my hold on her hand. Liliana shoots her a glare but straightens from the little push.
“We’ve got this.” Jenni beams at her, either avoiding the angry glare or oblivious to it. “This order has been a blessing, but it’s nearly wrapped up and done and we can handle it.” She leans to the side and brightens more as she ups the wattage of her smile for me. “Mr. Sokolov, she’s free for the night.”
Liliana stiffens. “I’m not asking you—”
“Good.” I smile back at the woman who’s making this easier.
“Besides, it’ll give you a chance to talk,” the woman says with a wink.
I’m not sure, but I think Liliana growls slightly. Regardless, she doesn’t seem ready to cause a scene. The second I lead her outside and into my car waiting at the curb, though, I brace myself for her outburst.
It doesn’t come.
Instead, as she sits next to me, she frowns warily. “Why me?”
I lean in, deciding to be honest. Moving in close to whisper into her ear as the driver pulls away from the curb, I watch her shiver.
“Because I can’t get you out of my head.”
Her frown remains in place, but as I stay near her, inches parting us, she gives me a quick once-over like she can’t make up her mind.
Then before I can say anything else, she proves this affliction isn’t one-sided. She grips the back of my neck and drags my face to hers. And she kisses me. Her lips collide with mine, and I grunt at the instant punch of desire she unleashes in me.
Alone with her in the backseat, her initiative to kiss me is too much to resist.
Unlike my son, I know that nothing good will come from turning her down.
I’ve dreamed of tasting her mouth again. I’ve replayed the memory of her tongue sliding past my lips. I’ve ached to feel her in my hands again.
I cave to the immediate rush of having her at all again.
That woman at the bakery suggested that Liliana and I could talk, but right now, as she angles toward me to kiss me deeper, all I can welcome is this. Her greedy kiss took me by surprise, but as I urge her to lean against me and fall into my lap, I refuse to give up a second of this magic.
By the time we reach my penthouse, we’re fused together. Her mouth has barely left mine. Her thighs stay locked around me as she straddles my lap. The whole ride over addles my mind. It only proves I need her more than fucking air.
She seems oblivious to the fact that the car has stopped. I squeeze her ass and rip my mouth from hers. “Inside. Now.”
Catching her breath, she stares at me, lust shining in her eyes. But she doesn’t come back to common sense. Or reality. She looks drugged, delirious to ride me. And I can’t wait to make that happen again.
Instead of waiting for her to realize I’ve brought her home, I move to carry her out with me. She snaps to, though, and climbs off my lap.
I step out and reach back in for her. The resistance and doubt creep back too. She takes my hand but is slow to follow, like the spell of desire from the car ride is washing away.
The instant I get her inside and we are alone in the elevator, though, a heated look from her is all it takes for us to collide again. She steps into my space, and I don’t hesitate to push her back against the wall and kiss her senseless again.
Again, the ride passes in a blur of hot kisses, wicked gropes, and labored breaths. I can’t keep my hands off her soft curves. She can’t manage to stop kissing me. We’re flush together, practically on the edge of coming already.
But once I get her to my floor, I stop trying to hold back.