Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 84442 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 422(@200wpm)___ 338(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84442 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 422(@200wpm)___ 338(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
“Want to know a secret?” I murmur, sliding one of the straps of her dress down her shoulder.
She nods, enraptured at the sight.
“It’s a two-way mirror.” She stiffens, glancing up at me nervously, and I trail my hand down her jaw reassuringly. “There’s a curtain on the other side. No one can see anything right now.”
Her eyes flick back and forth between me and the mirror, nerves and excitement battling on her features.
“But you want them to,” she says hesitantly.
“I do. I want to show you off to everyone who can’t have you.” My voice dips down into something possessive as I wrap my hand around her throat. I don’t squeeze, don’t apply any pressure, just hold her there. “I want to make you feel good, Princess. And I want everyone to see that I’m the only one who can handle you.”
Her pulse jumps under my palm, fluttering erratically as she licks her lips. I step away from her side and stand in front of her, blocking her view of the mirror so she has nothing to look at but me. I want her to make this decision when all she can see is the desire in my eyes.
“Now that you know what you’re getting yourself into,” I tell her, taking my place between her thighs again before tipping her chin up with one finger, “you can ask for what you want.”
A soft noise slips from between her lips, something between arousal and fear, and it sounds like victory.
I want to drink down the conflicted look in her eyes, the way she leans into my touch even though I can see how nervous she is. She struggles to find words for a moment, but when she starts talking, they pour out of her mouth like she can’t stop.
“I—I want this. You. I want to see you,” she pleads, and I know even without the words being said what she’s really asking for. “I think about you all the time. I have since we met. I want this, us, to be more. Texting and imagining aren’t enough. I… can I see your face? Please? I want to know who you are.”
I can’t help the grin that stretches across my face. Her rambling only further shows just how truly nervous I make her.
It’s not a surprise that she’d ask for that, and expecting her to figure out my identity on her own is a bit too much. The mind is a powerful thing, and she has no reason to believe that her mystery man has anything to do with her CEO boss that sits in the office just beside her own. She probably hasn’t connected the two of us at all, except maybe in her fantasies.
If I could share her with myself, I might be able to set aside my jealousy long enough to absolutely ruin her.
Luckily for me, I happen to be everything she wants in one package.
“That’s a lot to ask for from a man like me, Miss Morgan.” It’s not that I’m unwilling, or even that I don’t want to, but I love how flustered she gets when I tease her. “Would you take yours off so easily?”
Surprisingly, she doesn’t hesitate to pull hers off, the cobalt lace catching slightly in her hair before she tosses it aside. Those sweet hazel eyes are so soft and so trusting, and the sight of her like this makes me ravenous.
“You just have to ask, and I’ll give it to you,” she whispers.
Like giving everything to me is the easiest thing she’s ever done.
I lean down, starving for another taste of her, and take her mouth in a hungry kiss. She melts into my touch instantly, those glossy lips parting for my tongue as an eager moan slips into my mouth along with her tongue.
She kisses me back like she’s been waiting for it for just as long as I have, like she’s desperate and can’t think without me touching her anymore.
She’s exactly what I’ve always wanted.
“Perfect girl,” I mutter into her mouth, chasing the fruity flavor of her lip gloss with my tongue. “I’ve watched you, wanted you for so long. You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for this moment.”
She laughs as I pull back, her hands still cupping my jaw.
“It’s only been a few weeks,” she teases. “Here I thought I was being dramatic. Come on, show me. I’ll do anything.”
Only a few weeks? Well, I suppose she’s only known her masked mystery man since the gala, but I’ve been waiting for almost two years.
“We haven’t played before, Miss Morgan. Promising me anything is a dangerous game,” I warn her, stepping back and reaching for the cord that will raise the curtain outside and bare the two-way mirror to anyone who wants to watch. “But if you’d like to prove it, show me how far you’re willing to go. Are you going to let me show you off?”