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)
“Gavin… wait,” I breathe. My eyes go wide as I hold his gaze.
“What is it, baby girl? Am I hurting you?” He pauses, his muscles locking tightly as he drops his forehead to rest against mine, his hot breath fanning across my lips.
“No,” I whisper, feeling hot and needy, forcing myself to not look away. “It’s just… I’ve never been with a man like this before.”
“Like what?” he asks.
“Like this, bare, without a condom.” The truth is easy to say. Gavin goes still, his eyes darkening further, more than earlier, an expression so intense on his face I can’t put my finger on it.
“Christ, Genevieve,” he rasps. His voice drops to a thick, guttural grunt that vibrates against my chest. He presses his hips forward a fraction of an inch, sinking deeper. My back arches off the mattress, reaching for more. “I’ll never take you another way again. This feels too good, too fucking right.”
“Gavin,” I gasp as the heavy width of his cock fills me further, stretching my tight walls until a whimpering sigh escapes my throat.
“You’re mine, baby girl,” he growls into the crook of my neck, his lips pressing hot bruising kisses against my pulse point. “Every tight, sweet inch of you belongs to me now.” He stays still for a moment, letting my body adjust to his size. His hands slip beneath my lower back, causing my hips to tilt up, opening me even further for him. “Tell me you want me inside you,” he demands softly, his thumb dipping between the cheeks of my ass, pressing deeper, all while his gaze holds mine. “Tell me, Genevieve.”
“I want you,” I sob softly. My legs wrap tightly around his waist, pulling him closer. “Please, Gavin… more.” He gives in, slowly, steadily driving his hips forward, burying his thick length all the way to the hilt, sinking in until his pelvis is flush against my center. He swivels his hips, pressing on my clit while he pushes his thumb further on my back entrance. Then Gavin fills me completely, his mouth lands on mine, and his tongue sinks inside. He’s everywhere all at once, invading my senses, skin to skin, filling me with intense pleasure that makes tears prick at the corners of my eyes.
“Fuck, baby girl. So tight, so wet,” he utters against my lips, breathing deeply before he continues kissing me. He buries himself, moving his hips in and out, trying to stay in control, but I can tell he’s slowly crumbling. “Listen to me, Genevieve. Feel how good this is. You were made for me.” My eyes shutter closed, my head falls back, and the heels of my feet dig into his lower back, urging him to go faster, needing more of this, more of him, more of us.
“Yes,” I gasp, rolling my hips against his, unable to stop myself from chasing my orgasm. “Gavin, don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”
“Not stopping, baby girl. Never going to stop when it comes to you,” he rumbles, continuing with each thrust of his hips, and when sparks blast beneath my lids, I let my orgasm roll through my body.
“Yes, yes. God, Gavin,” I chant, coming apart at the seams, and through it all, he never stops, not with his mouth, licking and sucking on my neck, not with his thumb pressing into my ass, and not with his cock moving in and out of me.
“Fuck, yeah.” I open my eyes just as I feel him lose control. He stutters in his movements then holds still, pressing deep. I see and feel him, all of him, including him coming inside of me. Gavin Rhodes completely shatters right on top of me.
His jaw is clamped shut, his muscles are corded, dark eyes burning into mine with a fierceness that makes my soul tremble. His heavy frame presses me down into the mattress.
“Genevieve,” he mutters, his voice thick and gravelly. He shifts his weight slightly to keep from crushing me, but he doesn’t pull out. He stays buried inside me. “I’m never letting you go.”
CHAPTER TEN
gavin
The clock on my desk reads three o’clock on a Friday afternoon, but mentally, I’m already checked out for the weekend. I lean back in my chair, twirling a pen between my fingers as I finalize the logistics for the next forty-eight hours. My personal driver, Marcus, is already briefed on the itinerary. At five sharp, he’ll pick Genevieve up from her office at Sterling Capital, drop her off at her townhouse so she can pack a bag, and then bring her straight to my house.
No suits and ties.
No board meetings.
No fires to put out.
Just two full days where the outside world can burn to the ground for all I care. My secretary knows I’m off-limits, and that includes my professional and personal world, minus Genevieve.
My plan for the weekend is simple, deliberate, and entirely centered around her. I want us to laze around the house, spend hours lost in my bed, and just talk. Every single day I spend with Genevieve feels like unwrapping a new layer of who she is—each one thicker, richer, and more fascinating than the last. She’s stripping away her own defenses, too. The timid, shy woman who hid behind loose, baggy, shape-less clothes that first day I barged into her office is completely gone. She’s replaced her with a confident, fiery female who knows exactly the hold she has over me.