Total pages in book: 31
Estimated words: 29952 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 150(@200wpm)___ 120(@250wpm)___ 100(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 29952 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 150(@200wpm)___ 120(@250wpm)___ 100(@300wpm)
“I don’t. I’m winging it.”
“Ah, you’ve got whiskey courage.”
“No, I’ve got Petra courage.” He gathers me in tighter, burying his face in my hair and inhaling with a gruff sound. “You’ve been fucking incredible tonight, you know that?”
Goosebumps prickle my spine and the back of my neck.
Even after everything I just learned from Dolly. Even after several reminders to myself that he doesn’t want to get serious with someone as young as myself, I nuzzle closer. After all, I still have a role to play.
Right.
Just a role.
“You’ve charmed my family, especially my grandmother. I can’t thank you enough for that. Giving her that…peace. Christ, you’ve lit up this entire room since you walked into it.” His heart pounds rapidly against mine, his warm breath coasting over my ear and making me shiver. “I don’t feel…like an enormous freak when you’re next to me.”
“That’s because you’re not one.” You’re perfect. “You have to possess a lot of courage to be a Green Beret. This is a different kind of courage, though. Being social. Belonging. I’m glad I could help you do that.”
“Yeah. Me too.” He scrubs a flat down my spine, groaning when he obviously wants to caress my bottom, but he can’t, because we’re in public. With a pained laugh, he scans the dance floor around us, which has slowly filled with people. “It’s a real kick in the ass. Going from pitied to envied in the space of an hour.”
I lift my head, nose wrinkled. “Envied?”
“Look around, Petra. Every man in here wants you.”
“That’s not…” I trail off when I make eye contact with a group of men huddled by the bar. A couple of them are watching me over the rims of their drinks. “Oh.”
“They’re just waiting for this song to be over, so they can have a turn.” I yelp softly when Barry leans down and bites the slope of my neck. “I will break every bone in their bodies before I let one of them touch you.”
His jealousy makes my tummy flip, and I push up higher on my toes, barely checking the impulse to wrap my legs around his waist. “You’re the only one who can touch me, baby,” I whisper against his chin. “But maybe you should kiss me, so they get the message.”
Barry starts to breathe hard, his arm banding tighter around the small of my back, flattening me so tight to his body, I can feel his sinew through my dress. “Here?”
“Just a kiss,” I murmur, playing with the ends of his hair. Staring at his hard mouth while lust spreads in the deepest parts of my belly. “Do not let your dick get hard, though. I mean it.”
His tenses, and I watch the pulse leap and race in his neck. “Why?”
“We’re in public, Barry. You’re not allowed to get an erection.” I touch the barest hint of my tongue to the seam of his mouth. “Or I’ll have to punish you.”
I have no idea what’s gotten into me. But it’s the same thing that got into me in the bathroom earlier. When I told him to apologize to me on his knees. I’m not sure why being in charge gets me so worked up, but I think it has a lot to do with him being fully capable of subduing me and yet…he doesn’t. He puts himself under my control.
“How will you punish me?” he chokes out.
“It’s a secret,” I whisper.
For several seconds, Barry labors to breathe. “Petra.”
“Yes?”
“I…want the full girlfriend treatment.” Red stains his face. “I tried to resist you, because it’s the right thing to do, but I need the unlimited sex. I need it. Please.”
A moan kindles in my throat. No matter how long I live, I suspect I’ll never feel as desired and coveted as I do this very moment. There’s a part of me that wants to weep, though, because he’s just reminded me that I’m on the job. Maybe that’s why I respond with a little venom. “We’ll see,” I say, stroking my palm up and over the hard bulge of his pectoral. Raking my nails back down. Hard.
He closes his eyes, as if in rapture. “What do you mean ‘we’ll see’?” he rasps.
I shrug.
“Princess,” he says through his teeth.
“Kiss me,” I whisper, bringing our mouths close. “But don’t get hard.”
It’s going to be a losing battle, because I can already feel him starting to stiffen against my belly. All because he likes a girl half his size and thirteen years his junior bossing him around. Every inch of my skin is flushed hot, my pussy as tight as a fist, milking in on itself, producing wetness everywhere. Against the tops of my thighs, because my underpants are so flimsy. Actually, now seems like a really good time to remind him of that.
“Do you think anyone can tell my panties are so tiny?” I whisper a breath from his mouth. Then I seal our mouths together, tasting his groan on my tongue. With the fronts of our bodies fastened together like they’ve been glued, Barry’s mouth rides over mine and parts my lips, his tongue raking deep and exploring me in a thorough stroke. Another one. Another faster, hungrier one. Within seconds, his shaft sticks out like a diving board and I roll subtly against it, making an admonishing sound. “Barry,” I scold, pulling away, pouting. “You can’t stay at the party like that.”