Total pages in book: 56
Estimated words: 53052 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 265(@200wpm)___ 212(@250wpm)___ 177(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 53052 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 265(@200wpm)___ 212(@250wpm)___ 177(@300wpm)
We come to a street corner and Taylor stops, facing me. “This is the street your hotel is on. Are you sure you don’t want to call it a night?” she asks.
I take both her hands in mine and she glances up, meeting my gaze with those beautiful eyes that are a mix of autumn colors. Though we’ve just met, I haven’t gotten my fill of her yet. She licks her lips and leans toward me.
My gut tells me she feels the same. “Do you want to join me for a drink or …” I hold out my hand for hers. “Come back to my room?”
I know my question is presumptuous, and surprise flares in her eyes as she bites into her lower lip with her teeth. She’s considering it and though my entire body wants her to say yes, it’s up to her. I wait, my heart beating hard in my chest as she makes up her mind.
CHAPTER TWO
Taylor
There’s something between Jack and me, an attraction that has my body singing. Every time our arms brush, I feel the pressure deep in my core. Though he’s a stranger, everything between us tonight has felt electric. He’s easy to talk to and we have things in common, like our close families, charities, and football. Not to mention, I find him sexy as hell with his dark brown hair and unique, navy-blue eyes.
His thumb grazes the top of my hand as he waits patiently for me to decide.
I think I already have. I need this time out to forget that my life is a tangled mess. I discovered my ex-boyfriend, State Senator Chandler Cross, is a slimy, corrupt politician, and in my work with donors on his campaign, he’s managed to embroil me in a situation that makes it look like I’ve helped commit campaign fraud along with him, something he told me when I tried to break up with him.
If I go to the authorities, he’ll disclose certain emails that make me look guilty. The revelation would cost me my job with the charity, my reputation in the community, and hurt my family in the process. Not only are we at a stalemate, but he still has me acting as his arm candy, on call when he needs me.
And if my cousin, David, who works for him, saw me with Jack back at the café, he no doubt reported what he’d seen to his boss. Which is why I’d rushed out. Because no matter how innocent sitting with Jack happened to be, Chandler would turn it into something sordid in his mind and to the public, I’m supposed to be his dutiful girlfriend.
“Taylor?” Jack asks in a gruff voice, taking my mind off my troubles, something he does easily.
“Yes,” I tell him. I deserve a night that’s special, just for me. And right now, my hands are in Jack’s and as I look into his eyes, I nod. “I’ll come up to your room.”
Relief flashes across his face and a smile pulls at his sensual lips. We walk hand in hand to the hotel, through the entry opened by the doorman, and take the elevator to Jack’s room. Nerves flutter in my belly, but that’s because I’m not a one-night stand kind of woman, not because I want to change my mind. He waves the key card over the reader, and my real life fades into the background.
We enter his hotel room, the door slams shut, and his mouth comes down on mine. Everything around me narrows to his lips, warm and insistent as they rub against mine. His tongue slips inside my mouth, causing my body to melt into his, and the hard ridge of his cock presses against my stomach, causing my sex to grow wet with desire. This man knows how to kiss, and each slide of his tongue and brush of his lips brings me deeper into a state of arousal.
I wrap my arms around his neck and thread my fingers through his silky hair, while rubbing my chest against his. My nipples pucker beneath the fabric of my clothing and desire pools deep in my belly.
He reaches behind me and unzips my dress, breaking the kiss long enough for me to raise my arms so he can pull the fabric over my head and toss the garment to the floor.
His gaze lowers to my breasts encased in a nude lace bra, then lower to the heels I’m still wearing, and he lets out a low groan of appreciation. “Fuck, you’re gorgeous.”
I blush, feeling the heat from my cheeks down to my chest. I’ve never been with a vocal lover. It’s always been more grunts and groans until the man gets off.
Jack’s fingers brush over my nipples through the lace and I suck in a sharp breath, his touch zinging straight to my clit. With a grin, he once again reaches around my back, unhooks the clasp, and before the bra even drops to the floor, his big hands cup my breasts, his thumbs rubbing the tight buds until my hips are moving of their own accord.