Total pages in book: 152
Estimated words: 145155 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 726(@200wpm)___ 581(@250wpm)___ 484(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 145155 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 726(@200wpm)___ 581(@250wpm)___ 484(@300wpm)
Our meal arrives and we both eat in silence, lost deep in thought. And as we are waiting for the check, I peek up at the gorgeous man sitting opposite me.
“How are we going to do this, Josh?”
He blows out a breath and rubs his face. “I suppose we are going to want each other from afar and be mollified that the other isn’t with anyone else.”
“That sounds totally crap. So, I will know at night when I’m alone in my bed that you are alone in your bed and I can do nothing about it?”
He smiles and nods. “I suppose.”
“Josh, that’s torture. It’s like…it’s like….” I can’t think of the appropriate analogy. “Having a Lamborghini in the garage and not being allowed to drive it.”
He throws his head back and laughs. “Did you just call me a Lamborghini?” He raises an eyebrow in question.
“I guess I did.”
“That’s a hot car,” he whispers.
“Well, you’re a very hot man,” I whisper back.
He grabs my hand again, his blazing stare burning into me. “When did you become such a beautiful slut?”
I smile, my chest filling with an unnamed emotion. “When you came back for me and turned on the switch,” I breathe. Who knew I would love the endearment ‘beautiful slut’? Now I know for certain I’m tapped.
“So, I have you for tonight?” He rubs his finger over his lip, leaning back in his chair, his dominant sitting position makes me feel like a naughty schoolgirl.
“Yes,” I breathe as my eyes drop to his finger lingering over his lips, my heart rate rising. His searing stare bores into mine and our eyes lock. I couldn’t look away even if I wanted to. I see a familiar tic of the jaw and a much-anticipated crack of the neck.
“Do you have any idea how hard you are going to cop it when we get home?” He smirks as he raises his eyebrows and crosses his legs to readjust his length that I can now see straining in his pants. I swallow a golf ball in my throat and a familiar heat starts to run through me, a fire that has only one extinguisher, a certain gorgeous man in a navy blazer. I smile and lick my lips, and his eyes drop to my mouth.
“I hope it’s hard enough to last me a lifetime seeing as no one else can get the job done…Mr. Stanton.” He grabs my legs hard under the table, his thumbs nearly at bruising pressure, and leans in to whisper in my ear.
“Be careful what you wish for, precious, you are playing with fire. No one will save you when you scream for mercy.”
11
Natasha
Who in god’s name would want to be saved from the fire I have just had for the last four hours? I was right. The man is a frigging Lamborghini, either that or a sex god from another planet. I smile into his chest as we sit on the bottom of my shower, both too exhausted to get up.
“Up, Presh,” he whispers. “You’re falling asleep.”
“Mmmm,” I groan. I don’t want to get up.
He kisses me on the forehead. “Come on.” He helps me off his lap. I slowly stand and he helps me out of the shower and wraps me in a towel, cuddling me in an embrace like a child. His lips gently kiss my temple as he whispers, “I’m sorry, beautiful. I’ve been hard on you tonight, you make me lose my head and I can’t stop.” He continues to dry me.
“Mmm,” I answer again, too exhausted to open my eyes. My head is resting on his shoulder. “Be as hard on me as you want. My body is yours for nine weeks, remember,” I mumble.
I can feel him smile into my neck. “Careful, keep talking like that and you will be on your knees again.” He kisses my neck with an open mouth. I don’t even have the strength to open my eyes to see if he’s serious. He picks me up like a bride and carries me to bed. He slowly removes the towel and lays me down as he snuggles in behind me and wraps his arms around my waist, then he gently starts to trail kisses across my shoulder and up my neck. As I slip into an orgasm-induced coma, I hear him whisper the words, “I fucking adore you, Natasha.”
When I wake up, he is gone.
Joshua
“Cabin crew, cross-check.”
I look out the window to my left as my private plane hurtles to take off down the runway. I glance at my watch—6:00 a.m. She will be waking up soon. I run the side of my pointer back and forward over my lip and close my eyes as disgust twists my gut. What a dog act, sneaking out in the middle of the night. She’s going to fucking hate me, and who could blame her? I run both my hands through my hair.