Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 94092 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 470(@200wpm)___ 376(@250wpm)___ 314(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94092 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 470(@200wpm)___ 376(@250wpm)___ 314(@300wpm)
“I know. I’m just…” She trails off, her gaze flicking back to the ballroom doors, where laughter spills out.
I step closer, my hand settling on her waist, the silk, warm under my palm. “No one can stop staring at your drawings,” I say, my voice steady, warm. “They’re breathtaking. You’re breathtaking.” I tilt her chin up, my thumb brushing her jaw, and her eyes soften, but the nervous edge lingers.
She grasps my jacket, her fingers curling into the lapels. “It’s going so well,” she says, her voice dropping secretively. “So why am I so freaking nervous?” Her eyes lock on mine, intense, searching, a spark flaring in their depths. “Maybe I need something to fire me up.”
“Yeah?” I ask, my voice low, a grin tugging at my lips. “So the room full of people dying to talk to you, didn’t do it for you?”
She steps closer, her body brushing mine, the heat of her sparking through me. “All I need is fifteen minutes,” she murmurs, her voice husky, a playful glint in her eyes. “Maybe ten, if you do that thing with your tongue that should be illegal.”
My grin widens. “Ten minutes?”
“Do you think they have a room available?”
I stare at her, my heart thudding, the air between us electric. I pull a key card from my pocket, the plastic cool in my hand. “I got it just in case you needed something to fire you up.”
She squeals with delight, an unguarded sound, and snatches the key, her fingers brushing mine, sending a jolt through me. “You’re unbelievable and wonderful. Your fifteen minutes start now.” She pulls me toward the elevators, her heels clicking on the marble.
She looks at her watch cheekily and raises an eyebrow.
I only shrug.
Seconds later, the elevator dings, and its doors slide open. We dash out, giggling like teenagers sneaking around, Amelia’s hand tight in mine. Her eyes are sparkling with mischief, and her cheeks are flushed.
We reach the room, and she fumbles with the lock, the plastic clicking until the door swings open, revealing a suite bathed in soft lamplight, white linen and dark wood. I don’t wait. I have fifteen minutes, and I plan to go for the ten-minute deadline. I push her gently against the door as it shuts, the wood cool against my palms, her body warm and yielding under mine.
“Max,” she breathes, her voice a husky whisper, but I’m already kneeling, my hands sliding up her thighs, pushing the silk dress higher, the slit baring her skin. Her scent—pussy heat—hits me, and I groan.
My lips brush the soft skin above her lace panties. I tug them down, her fingers tangle in my hair, as she melts against the door. My tongue finds her, wet and sweet, and I suck her whole sex into my mouth and do that thing that makes her come in three minutes flat.
“Fuck, Max,” she gasps, her knees buckling, and I feel her shatter, and her sweetness floods my senses. I pull back then, my lips glistening, and look up at her—flushed, eyes heavy with pleasure, blonde hair spilling over her shoulders. That’s my baby. That’s how I’ll remember her forever. My chest aches with how much I love her.
I rise, scooping her up, her body light in my arms, and carry her to the bed, the mattress yielding under our weight. I tug at her dress, the silk sliding off her shoulders, pooling at her waist before I pull it free, leaving her bare, her skin glowing in the lamplight. She’s breathtaking, every curve beyond mesmerizing. I can barely wait to have her. I strip off my jacket, my shirt, my pants, the fabric hitting the floor in a rush. Her eyes darken, locked on mine, and she reaches for me, her hands pulling me down, her lips crashing into mine, hot and hungry.
We fuck—hard, rough, desperate.
I thrust into her, deep and fast. Each slam of my body sets us ablaze. The headboard thumps against the wall.
“I love you,” I growl, as we come together in a shattering wave. I look at my watch. We’ve made love with five minutes to spare. She giggles and shifts, propping herself on an elbow, her eyes searching mine.
“Let’s not go back,” she says, a naughty glint in her eyes. “Let’s disappear for the night, just you and me. No crowd, no eyes, just us.”
It’s tempting. Real tempting, but I know there are people downstairs who can make all Amelia’s professional dreams come true, and I’m not going to be selfish.
I laugh, shaking my head. “Amelia, you’ve got a room full of people down there, all here for you. Publishers, my friends, half of Chicago—they’re waiting to celebrate you.” I kiss her forehead, my lips lingering. “Nobody will forgive me if I vanish with the star of the show.”
She pouts, playful but serious, her hand sliding down my chest. “Ten more minutes,” she murmurs, her voice teasing, but her eyes are earnest, begging for a reprieve.