Total pages in book: 141
Estimated words: 132657 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 663(@200wpm)___ 531(@250wpm)___ 442(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 132657 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 663(@200wpm)___ 531(@250wpm)___ 442(@300wpm)
“You are so gorgeous,” he whispered against her neck. The arm around her back cupped her breast, thumb playing with her nipple, and she wondered what it would feel like to have his mouth there, teeth rasping on just the right side of pain. He could spend hours keeping her on the edge, tormenting her, and she would love it.
The anticipation she felt for this man was hope after long years of wanting.
It didn’t take him long before those talented fingers slid inside her. His thumb worked her clit while he finger fucked her. One and then two and three, stretching her gently and stroking in exactly the right place.
It had been so long since she’d had this kind of orgasm. Oh, she’d touched herself a couple of times, but between getting burned so brutally by Jensen and then getting shot and nearly dying, she’d let go of this piece of herself. It slid back into place forcefully as Niall nipped at her earlobe and hit the perfect place, and she went off like a rocket, her body stiffening and relaxing, pleasure pouring through her.
She was a breathless mess when he shifted and stood, picking her up with an effortless grace she found deeply attractive. He walked the short distance to the door she’d noticed earlier. Sure enough, it was a tiny bedroom that contained a bed, dresser, and nightstand.
“So not a studio,” she said as he laid her on the bed.
“I mean it’s as small as one.” He turned and opened the top drawer, pulling out a big white T-shirt. “I might exaggerate so no woman will pursue me for all my wealth.”
She did not need wealth. The circumstances of her birth had taken care of that. But she wanted everything else this man had to offer. “Niall, what I said before…”
He gently put the shirt over her head. “We’re sleeping, Harlow. Like I said, your needs are more important than my dick. Get in bed. I’m tired, and someone’s going to make me walk miles tomorrow to get her donuts.”
“It’s next door,” she countered, but she was smiling as she slid her arms into the T-shirt and pulled the covers around her.
He got down to his boxers, and she wished there was more light. He slid into bed beside her, wrapping an arm around her waist and hauling her close. “Good night, princess. I’m glad you decided to be brave.”
She cuddled against him and fell asleep far faster than she thought she would.
Chapter Five
Six days later Niall looked over the building where they would soon be attempting to make contact with a young woman Harlow hoped was working there.
They had been over the case four times now. He’d gotten comfortable in Harlow’s office and liked her partner, Ruby Lockwood. Like Harlow she was smart and capable and funny. Hanging with them and Harlow’s cousin Gigi had been incredibly fun. He enjoyed watching the three of them plot and plan while he made sure they were fueled with lattes and croissants from the nearby French bakery.
He was rapidly falling for this woman and the life around her, the life she could offer him. He was damn straight loving the man he became around her. He felt happier, more settled, and focused on the future being close to Harlow.
And he hadn’t even slept with her yet.
He was taking it slow, though he rather thought she was going to get frustrated with him and then his Valkyrie princess was going to force the situation.
He had to tell her the truth before he took her to bed.
Not that he hadn’t. She’d slept at his place the first couple of nights, and they’d slept at her place last night. He’d stroked her and cuddled her, then slipped out of bed when she was asleep and took the coldest shower in the world.
He had to tell her.
“According to the plans Ruby found, there are three entrances. The main we’re going into, one at the back of the building, and one on the east side that leads to an alleyway. It dumps out onto Taylor Street,” Harlow said, standing beside him on the busy street. She had a trench coat on, covering the fairly modest fet wear she selected for the evening.
She wore boy shorts and a lacy bra that covered as much as any swimsuit would, and the four-inch heels made her legs look a mile long. It also meant she was almost eye to eye with him since she was tall all on her own. Her hair had grown out since he first met her. She’d had an electric blue bob, and now it was a deep purple and brushed the tops of her shoulders.
She was too gorgeous, and he was a jealous asshole because he didn’t want to take her in there. He didn’t want other guys looking at her. Not in that place. At The Hideout it was fine because everyone knew how to behave and would treat her the way they should. He had no illusions Decadence was the same.