Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 74956 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 375(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74956 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 375(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
She nods loosely, clearly still as eager for more as I am. “Yes. Your bed? Thirty minutes?”
“Make it twenty,” I say. “I know a shortcut. Follow me, beautiful, and don’t forget how much you need my dick inside you between here and there, okay?”
She nods again, something flickering in her eyes that I can’t quite read. But when she whispers, “Not a chance,” it feels like more than banter. More than foreplay.
It feels like the beginning of a new era, one where maybe I won’t have to hide how much I fucking adore this woman.
Chapter 7
Remy
Exactly twenty-two minutes later, I pull into the subterranean parking area beneath Stone’s building, pulse thrumming in time with the rumble of the engine as I guide my car into the tandem spot behind his SUV. The Range Rover still idles in front of me, brake lights glowing like twin warnings.
Or invitations.
I can’t decide.
Either way, even as I cut the ignition, I know this isn’t smart.
The thought flickers through my head, weak and half-formed, as Stone walks toward me. His gaze locks on mine through the windshield, his blue eyes electric even in the dim light. He rakes a hand through hair already disheveled by my clutching orgasm fingers, grinning that reckless, let-me-show-you-a-good-time smile that’s been my undoing since day one.
And now?
Well, it’s way too late to turn back now…
I grab my purse and step out, the garage air cool against my flushed skin. Stone’s already at my side, his palm settling at the small of my back, making me burn all over again. “Took you forever,” he murmurs, his lips grazing my ear.
“You drive like a maniac,” I shoot back.
His laugh vibrates against my skin, low and knowing. “Admit it. You missed riding my ass once I blew through that last yellow light.”
“I’ve missed your ass, period,” I mutter, earning a sharp pinch to my own backside that makes me suck in an eager breath.
“Good. Because I’ve been dreaming about yours just about every night.” He pushes me back against my car, his body caging mine. The garage is empty, silent except for the drip of a distant pipe, but the risk of being seen still prickles along the back of my neck.
“First the rink, now a parking garage?” I murmur. “If I didn’t know better, I’d think we had a budding sex-in-public problem on our hands.”
“No, I just can’t keep my hands off you, beautiful.” His thumb brushes my bottom lip, smearing the gloss I applied at the last red light. “You look fucking edible right now, Bossy.”
“You said that last time I wore this lipstick.”
“And I mean it every time.” He lays claim to my mouth, all teeth and tongue and heat. I moan into him, fingers twisting in his shirt, dragging him closer. His cock presses hard against my stomach, and I rock forward, needing friction, needing him.
Even that mind-bending orgasm at the rink wasn’t enough to take the edge off. I’ve been jonesing for his dick for days, and I need him inside of me.
Now.
“Now. Upstairs,” I pant against his lips.
He breaks the kiss, his voice already ragged. “Yes. Now.”
We jog toward the elevator, his hand clamped around mine, laughter and desire thick in the air between us as we dash across the garage. The second the elevator doors slide open with a ding, he shoves me inside, slamming the button for his floor before pinning me against the mirrored wall.
His mouth finds my throat, his tongue teasing across my skin, while his hand finds its way down the front of my pants again.
“Stone—”
“Just let me feel how wet you are,” he whispers, fingers slipping into my panties, making my breath hitch. “Fuck, Bossy, you’re dripping. I can smell how turned on you are, Rem, and it’s driving me crazy.”
I arch into him with a gasp. “Stone, stop. There are cameras everywhere these days. They’re probably—”
“Nope, no camera in this elevator. Not anymore.” He nips my collarbone as his fingers circle my clit. “It’s been broken for months. Everyone in the building’s pissed about it for some reason. But not me… Think you can get there before we reach my floor?”
“I don’t know.”
But I’ll try, I add silently.
I fist his shirt, riding his hand as the elevator climbs, my thighs shaking. He pulls back to watch me, his pupils blown, lips parted—a Viking undone by my pleasure. When I clench around him, crying out in the close air, he murmurs filthy praise as he brings his hand to his mouth, licking my come off his fingers with a moan.
“Bad man,” I pant.
“So bad,” he agrees as the doors ding open. He takes my hand again, smirking at my dazed expression. “Round one and two to me.”
“Cheater,” I say, as he tows me down the hall. “You didn’t even let me try.”