Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 26892 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 134(@200wpm)___ 108(@250wpm)___ 90(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26892 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 134(@200wpm)___ 108(@250wpm)___ 90(@300wpm)
“You know where I’ll be if you finish early,” I mutter against his lips when we pull apart.
“I never finish early, baby girl, not when it comes to you. Get in the car before I say fuck it and follow you in.” He pulls his hand away from my lower back, not for long, though, because as I walk by him, I hear and feel it. A sharp smack to my ass with a firm, stinging slap sends heat straight to between my legs. I gasp and look over my shoulder. A sexy smirk meets me, and his eyes hold a promise of what’s to come.
“Later, Gavin.”
“I’ll be back tonight if it’s not too late. Be ready for me.” He nods, biting his lower lip. I slip inside, and he closes the door before I can respond.
CHAPTER EIGHT
gavin
The leather seat of the town car is doing nothing to provide comfort after putting out one fire after the other. I pinch the bridge of my nose, staring out at the blurring of city lights through the tinted windows. Never in my life did we have to call an emergency board meeting like today. A shit show of epic proportions is a mild understatement.
The usual check-in on Friday afternoons is a quick, teleconference meeting with my executive team. This one turned out to be a full-blown crisis that I received from my resort manager in Miami. A mob of hundreds of teenagers overran the main lobby, some brainless, viral social media challenge. Security stood zero chance against the chaos. They trashed the atrium, smashed decorative fixtures, and disrupted high-profile guests.
The list of things we now have to deal with along with forcing us to comp hundreds of thousands of dollars in luxury stays to keep VIPs from tearing up their contract on the spot made my head want to explode. The physical damage and the security overhaul will put us back, but insurance will cover the costs of parts and labor. Still, it looks like we’ll be shutting down an entire wing for at least a week—a complete, unmitigated, astronomical clusterfuck.
I drag a hand down my face, letting out a long, heavy exhale that rattles my chest. My shoulders are full of knots of pure tension, and my jaw aches from clenching my teeth through two straight hours of department heads yelling and panicking public relation reps talking over each other.
The only saving grace right now, the single thread keeping my temper from imploding, is the fact that I’m on my way back to Genevieve’s place. The thought of her soft skin, her sweet sugary scent, and the promise of climbing into bed with her has my cock rock hard. The frustration from the meeting dissipates, replaced by a fierce, consuming need that rolls through my body. My dick twitches as my mind replays every detail of what I intend to do her the minute I get inside her house. I want to bury myself so deep inside her and drown out everything else in the world except me and her. I take my phone out, pull up our message thread, and start typing.
Gavin: Pulling up now, baby girl. Unlock the door. And I hope like hell you’re naked for me.
I sit back, watching the screen in the dimly lit cabin of the car. Three little gray typing bubbles appear for a second before vanishing. Then they reappear before disappearing entirely once more. My woman is panicking or hesitating or biting that soft plush lower lip of hers. I pocket my phone as the car rolls to a stop along the curb of her quiet street. I don’t wait for my driver to round the vehicle and grab the handle. I throw open the door, stride out into the night air, and take the steps up to her small townhouse two at a time.
I’m at her door, my fist a half an inch from knocking on the door, when the lock clicks with a snap and the door swings inward.
Every last bit of air is knocked straight out of my lungs.
Genevieve is standing there in the narrow entry, bathed in the warm golden glow of the light—completely fucking bare. No oversized sweater drowning out her sweet frame, no wide-leg pants hiding her waist, no lingerie or silk robe teasing at what’s beneath.
Only soft, lush, gorgeous skin. Every single curve of hers is laid out entirely for me. Her hair tumbles around her shoulders, her cheeks are flushed, and blue eyes burn with a mix of bravery and anticipation.
My baby girl has shocked the absolute shit out of me, and it drives what little bit of my sanity I have left straight over the edge.
I surge forward through the door like a madman, wrapping my arms around her waist, hoisting her sexy-as-hell body up into my arms as my foot kicks the front door shut. My mouth attaches to hers instantly, tongue sinking inside, demanding she give me everything she has. Genevieve lets out a gasp against my lips, her small hands clutching wildly at my dress shirt as I carry her down the short hallway until her back meets the wall with a firm thud.