Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 56591 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 283(@200wpm)___ 226(@250wpm)___ 189(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56591 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 283(@200wpm)___ 226(@250wpm)___ 189(@300wpm)
She looks at me with that excited glint in her eyes. “Everything, sir,” she murmurs. “I want everything.”
Under the table, my cock twitches like a starving animal.
“Is dating one of your employees as awkward as you thought?” she asks, cutting into her steak.
My knife stops mid-cut, a screeching noise showing how jarring the question is. I put the knife down, looking at her.
“Sorry,” she says, her cheeks going pale. “Oh my God, Dom. I didn’t mean to upset you.”
“It’s fine,” I grunt.
She darts her hand across the table and grabs my arm. “It’s obviously not fine. I wasn’t even thinking.”
“It’s just until you said that, I wasn’t thinking of it like that. I don’t see you as my employee. I don’t see this as some sleazy boss taking advantage of his new hire. But hell, from the outside—”
“Fuck the outside,” she snaps heatedly. “Seriously, Dom, look at me. Hear me. Please.”
I do as she asks, staring into her honest, kind face. Her cheeks have flushed red, and her hair is mussed from where she’s been running her hand through it. All night, that cleavage has been driving me wild, but now, it’s almost too much. Like freeing those juicy tits and sucking her pert nipples would be enough to distract us both from this new angle.
“I was trying to be funny, lighthearted,” she murmurs. “Which, in hindsight, is ridiculous. Blame the champagne!”
I smile, shaking my head. “It’s my fault. That call… I should’ve waited until after our date to return it.”
“That bad?” she asks quietly.
“It’s not good.”
“I hope no one is hurt?”
“Hurt?” I say. “Why would you think that?”
She shrugs. “You got really serious on the phone. I thought there might have been an accident or something.”
“No, thank God,” I reply. “No one was hurt. Someone backed out of a deal, making my life harder. That’s all. It’s all part of the game.” I lean forward, fixing my gaze on her. She responds immediately, sparked up, and receptive. “To answer your question, I feel a little awkward about dating an employee. But when I look at you, with the city as your backdrop, in that jaw-dropping dress, I’m thinking it might have its perks. Like telling my dream girl what to do.”
“Oh yeah?” she asks, her breathing picking up, chest rising and falling rapidly.
Even that is enough to send my mind to wild places. I think about her body moving like that when I’m inside her, plunging deep, over and over, harder and faster…
My rival’s niece, the woman I’m already addicted to.
“Then maybe you should tell me where we’re going after this date,” she says, looking at me suggestively.
I love the confidence on her face, mixed with a tiny glint of uncertainty in her eyes. But mostly, she’s fiery, ready.
I reach across the table and cradle her face in my hands. “I’m taking you home.”
“Yeah?” She nods, eyes bright.
“Yeah,” I growl. “And you’re going to sing for me, Songbird.”
She lets out a little breathy moan as if she’s struggling to wait. I know the feeling.
My apartment is closer than hers, actually, but I haven’t had time to take down the pictures of Liam. And I don’t feel like going into that situation right now.
CHAPTER 15
IZZY
What are you doing?
In the limo, Dom has one arm wrapped around me, holding me firmly in place, as the other squeezes onto my hip. He pulls me roughly against him, making an urgent growling noise as we kiss heatedly. Our tongues find each other like metal to a magnet, the friction unbelievable, my whole body on fire.
You’ve already betrayed him.
That politician cancelled because of me, because of the information I passed to Aaron. Sooner or later, Aaron is going to force me to share more information with him. What am I going to do then? I’ll have no choice but to go along with it… which will make this even more of a betrayal.
But I want to experience more with Dom. Is that selfish? Does that make me a terrible person? I love how obsessed he is with me, how his hand grips my hip like he’s been waiting his entire life for a connection like this.
He lets me go and leans back, chest heaving. “Fuck,” he groans, glancing at the driver’s partition.
“Can he see us?” I ask.
“No, but I won’t be able to carry you up to your apartment if we keep going. I’ll end up…” He looks at me possessively. “Right here.” He smirks, face lighting up. “But I’ve got an idea.”
He shuffles down the seat, turning away from me, and takes out his cell phone.
I swallow as the moment threatens to shatter. “Do you have to take another call?”
This is your chance to end it. You’re missing your chance. End it now!
He types out a text without replying to me. A moment later, my phone lights up.