Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 68697 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 343(@200wpm)___ 275(@250wpm)___ 229(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68697 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 343(@200wpm)___ 275(@250wpm)___ 229(@300wpm)
“That’s the question, isn’t it?” He shuts the door behind me, his arm brushing mine. “I’m curious about the answer too.”
“Is that why you’re here?” I counter, heart racing at the thought of giving him what he wants. Why the fuck am I so aroused at the thought of pleasing this man?
Rafe runs his knuckles along my cheek and down my jaw. His touch is possessive. “I came here because it’s my turn.”
I exhale a trembling breath. “What is it you want, Rafe?”
He inches closer. “I think you know what I want.”
I hope he wants to devour me. I admire him unabashedly, from his snug-fitting pants to his dark brown hair. I desire every bit of him, but right now, more than anything, I want to touch him.
Rafe crowds me against the door, almost caging me against the wall. “Tell me,” I insist, lust rasping in my voice.
“I want to reward you, Gunnar.” The filthy way he says it makes my cock throb and ache for him.
“Do it,” I urge.
The moment I say it, he’s on me. He fucking pounces and pushes me up against the door, then he grabs my wrists, holds them at my sides, and runs his nose along my neck.
I shudder everywhere. I have a kink, I’m discovering, and it’s a British billionaire who wants me on my knees.
Yes, sir.
“I think you like tempting me,” he whispers. “You like taunting me.”
“You want me to tempt you,” I murmur, leaning my head back, giving him room to slide those wicked lips along my neck.
“Yes, and it’s working,” he says, sweeping hard, hungry kisses across my jaw, up to my ear.
“Let me just check and make sure.” I sneak a hand between us and squeeze. Rafe is hard already, the ridge of his erection filling my palm fantastically. I stroke and rub him through his pants as he presses hungry kisses on my skin.
He grabs my hand and pushes it tighter against his cock. “You like that?”
“I want to suck you,” I blurt out.
He grins, dirty and pleased. “Would you beg for my cock if I wanted that?”
All. Night. Long.
“I’ll beg for you.” Rafe Rodman is unlocking fantasies I didn’t realize I had. Fantasies about control and giving it up, about who I am and what I want.
“I bet you would. I’d like you to beg right now.”
I’m dying to get naked with him and explore all my dirty dreams. But I want to make it good for him, so I need a minute to get myself together.
“Let me just find the perfect spot.” I slink out of his hold and scan the suite, then head to the chairs at the window overlooking the park. “That’s why you got this suite, I bet. So you could call me here after the game.” The thought thrills me wickedly.
He shrugs. “Perhaps I did.”
“It’s the owner’s suite,” I point out.
“I know her. She’s a friend,” he says.
“Did you watch the entire game?” The detail seems vitally important. I hope he watched me the entire time I was on the diamond.
Rafe nods. “I did.”
The short answer stokes my curiosity. “Are you a bona fide baseball fan now?”
“You presume I wasn’t before.”
“I took a guess. Am I right?”
He smooths a hand down the front of his tailored shirt. Somehow the man dresses casually enough for a ball game but looks sharp enough to broker deals between innings. I bet that’s his MO. Always be ready.
“You’re correct,” he says. “I’ve never been much of a fan before.”
I flash him a winning grin. Charming fans is my MO. “Bet I’m starting to turn you into one.”
His lips curve in a hint of a grin. “You think so, Gunnar?”
“I do.” I have a gut feeling, and it hasn’t been wrong today. “I think it turned you on to watch me play.”
We stand far enough apart to each take the other in, eyes roaming up and down. Rafe comes down the steps toward me, his gaze dark, gleaming with want, and his voice smoky and powerful. “Yes. I savored every second of the game. Talking to the owner. Watching the players. I relished every time the third baseman came to the plate.”
He stops in front of a leather seat by the window.
An invitation.
I walk over to him. “Does Marlow know one of her players is about to suck your cock?” Saying it gives me a dirty thrill.
“No.” Rafe grabs my jaw and stares at me with hot intent. “But she could walk by any minute. Anyone could. I’m not even going to lock the door.”
What I feel then is the dirtiest thrill of all.
12
FIRST TIME
Gunnar
“That’s what you want, isn’t it?”
Rafe makes it more of a statement than a question, but he waits for my answer.
The idea that anyone could walk by, stop, and open the door, electrifies me. The prospect of discovery is wildly dangerous. Wickedly alluring.