Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 21503 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 108(@200wpm)___ 86(@250wpm)___ 72(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 21503 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 108(@200wpm)___ 86(@250wpm)___ 72(@300wpm)
“Nope, everything went smoothly. Almost too smoothly, like maybe you’ve done this a time or ten.” I take a much-needed sip of roasted grain and oak wood, resisting the urge to smile at Sera’s response.
“I think we both know that’s not true. You’re the first woman to have a key to my place, my sister included.” Her shoulders visibly relax, and I close the remaining distance between us, stepping into her personal space until the heat from our combined bodies radiates around us. I wrap my arm around her lower stomach and guide her to look at the cityscape, my front to her back, and feel her hold her breath. Our reflection in the darkened window does nothing to showcase her beauty.
“Rafe.” I raise my hand. The cool tip of my index finger brushes against the nape of her neck, right at her hairline. She gasps softly, her eyes closing in the window. Meanwhile, my finger slips down the curve of her spine, slowly tracing each ridge before trailing back up and moving along the slope of her shoulder. My touch is agonizingly light yet leaves goose bumps in its wake.
“You look beautiful, Sera,” I murmur against the shell of her ear. Being this close, I can feel her body shiver. “Just like this, where there aren’t any interruptions, no phones ringing, no emails pinging, and nobody that can hear your sweet moans or see what I’m going to do with every inch of your body.” My lips blaze a trail beneath her ear to the pulse beating at the juncture of her neck and shoulder.
“You’re not playing fair.” I hold her in place when she tries to turn around.
“Guilty as charged.” Her ass arches into my groin. I press my cock into her, pushing her body closer to the glass. “But before I completely lose my mind, we need to eat.”
“Not exactly sure what, since your pantry and refrigerator are completely bare,” she breathes, leaning back another inch and giving me more of her weight.
“That’s why I ordered your favorite, Italian. And trust me, Sera, what I plan on doing to you tonight, you’re going to need the energy.” This time when she turns around, I allow it.
“Is that so?” She has a slight pout on her lips that are begging for my mouth.
“Fuck yeah, it is. Also, like that, you got the lay of the land, which means less work for me for later.” Her cheeks brighten with color. I dip my head, nudge her nose with mine before taking her mouth. Too bad it won’t last nearly as long as I want. The food should be delivered in just a few minutes, and the last thing I want is to start something I can’t finish.
11
SERAPHINA
Dinner is an absolute blur of Rafe feeding me bits of pasta, stealing kisses, and pouring more wine while never taking his eyes off me. The moment I claim I am full, we push the take-out containers to the side, and the side of Rafe I had in the office before and after the board meeting, along with the one who pressed me against the windows, has come full circle. Raw and demanding, he takes my hand, not saying a single word as he leads me down the dimly lit hallway and into his master bedroom.
The room is dominated by a massive king-size bed covered in dark silk sheets. The only illumination comes from the city lights filtering through the same floor-to-ceiling windows as in the living room.
“Rafe.” He spins me around before backing me up near the foot of the bed, and with a flick of his dexterous fingers, the thin straps of my dress slide down my shoulders. The loose fabric pools at my feet with one solid whoosh, and I’m left standing before him in nothing but a pair of black lace panties.
“Christ, Sera,” Rafe groans, a sound torn from the depth of his chest, and his hand instantly land on my hips. I assumed my back would meet the mattress, but instead, he sits down and I’m left standing between his spread thighs.
“I think you’re a bit overdressed.” I drop to my knees, fingers fumbling with the buttons of his dress shirt, and he takes full advantage of me doing so. His hand travels up the curve of my stomach, causing me to suck in a breath when he cups my full, heavy breasts. My eyes close, and I’m unable to contain the long sigh that leaves my lips.
“I’m not sure what I want to do more, play with you or help you get rid of my clothes so I can watch you ride my cock.” His words do nothing to stop the desire currently flooding my senses. I don’t respond, because the only noise I can make are moans and sighs. Rafe’s hands come away from my body, the ripping of clothes echoes in the room, the clinking of a belt, the rasp of a zipper, and then I’m greeted with his bare body. There isn’t an article of clothing left on his firm, muscular form. And then he lies back, pulling me up the entire length of him until I’m sitting on his face. “Hope you don’t like these.” His voice is muffled and does all kinds of amazing things to me through the lace.