Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 100466 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 502(@200wpm)___ 402(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100466 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 502(@200wpm)___ 402(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
She's thinking about my thighs.
"The ass too." She lets out a low sigh. One that means I hate how much I want you.
I take a deep breath.
She takes a step toward me. "Face it, Romeo, that's the only way we've ever played nice."
"That's the only way we can be friendly?" I answer her dare.
"Obviously," she says.
"And that's what you want?" I hold strong. "To kiss and makeup?"
"To fuck, yes. That's the only thing I want from you."
She means because I don't want your thoughts, your comfort, your personality, or your company.
But my body hears none of that.
It hears I want to fuck you.
My body is a fucking idiot.
"But you wouldn't want to make Daddy mad." She shoots me an exaggerated pout. "You'd never touch the boss's daughter."
"It wasn't about that."
"Is it not now?" she asks.
Of course, it is. But it's about other shit too.
"You wouldn't."
"You wouldn't," I return the dare.
She scoffs. "Watch me." She looks me directly in the eyes and pushes her dress off her shoulders.
The fabric falls at her feet.
Laurel Steele is standing in her brother's living room in only her bra and panties.
Black mesh that barely covers her nipples.
And those red shoes—
Fuck me.
I need to do the smart thing and stop now.
I don't.
I pull my t-shirt over my head.
She gets something from her purse. A condom. "I'm not playing, Rome."
Rome. My actual name.
She isn't playing. She hasn't said that since she groaned it.
I swallow hard.
"Fuck you, or shut the fuck up?" I ask.
She nods. "That's right. Your choice."
"What if I'd rather put my mouth somewhere else?"
She stares at me, fire in her dark eyes, voice dripping with desire, and she issues a dare I can't resist. "Then make yourself useful."