Total pages in book: 45
Estimated words: 40969 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 205(@200wpm)___ 164(@250wpm)___ 137(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 40969 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 205(@200wpm)___ 164(@250wpm)___ 137(@300wpm)
“Good. I’ll grab the key, make us some coffee, and then we’ll get going. I guess taking separate cars will be necessary after all.” He sounds annoyed at that thought, even though it’s true.
“I won’t take long. You can follow me in your car and make this grand entrance at work.” The grin he gives me, it’s all I need to see that he’s good with this idea. “See, this is compromise. Now kiss me and make me coffee, macho man.” My lips graze his. I’m trying to keep it short and sweet so we’re not late for work. Wylde has other ideas. His tongue laps at my lower lip, causing a whimper to work its way up from the back of my throat. He takes advantage, not letting me go until we’re both breathless.
“Love your mouth, sweetheart. I’ll have your coffee ready, then we’ll head out.” He backs away. I finish getting ready in a lust-induced fog, looking forward to tonight, knowing exactly what’s to come.
TWENTY-FIVE
Wylde
“I see you, strutting around like a caveman, happier than ever because you got your way,” Celeste says. True to my word, I followed her in my car the whole way from her place to the hotel and casino. I had to call her since she thought I would want her parking away from where my designated spot is located, making a mental note to take care of that as well. It did something to me to see her black Audi parked next to my silver Bugatti, watching her step out of her little two-door coupé, and even though I wanted her to ride in with me, there’s something to be said for an independent woman who knows what she wants and won’t back down until she gets it.
“Sweetheart, walking next you with my hand on your back, every fucking man knowing that you’re mine, it’s a moment of pure male pride.” The looks Celeste was worried about aren’t anywhere, at least that I’m seeing. Of course, that could be because my sole attention is on Celeste because I already know that once she’s at work, the day is going to suck something fierce until I slide into bed with her tonight.
“The same could be said for all the women, too. Now they’ll know Wylder Hayes is officially off the market.” Which means I’ll be calling Vanessa today to let her know me being her date for functions is officially over. She’ll have to either come clean to her parents or find someone else to help out.
“We both are. Now kiss me before you go to the spa, and if I get a spare moment, I’ll stop by and say hello.” I’m pushing. I know that with the way her body stiffens. We’re out in the open, in the middle of the lobby. I could do a whole lot more by walking her to the spa, backing her into a room and really giving them something to talk about.
“You’re not going to let this go, are you?” she asks. Her hair is down in soft waves after blowing it dry this morning, face bare of makeup, not even a swipe of mascara or lip gloss, which works in my favor. The black scrubs she wears are molded to her body, and even though she’s covered from practically neck to feet, it’s still not enough to turn me off. I’m pretty sure no matter what she does, it’s hard-on inducing.
“Not for anything on this earth, Celeste.” I press her closer to me. My other hand tips her chin up, and I press my lips against hers, wanting to deepen the kiss, lay a claim on Celeste so every fucking person in this building knows she’s mine. I don’t, though. I know that if I do, it’ll piss her off, and I’d much rather her not be pissed at me.
“See you tonight, handsome.” Her hands squeeze my sides as she gives me one last peck.
“Might be sooner. Have a good day, sweetheart.” I squeeze her one last time before letting her go, standing as she spins on her sneakered heel and walks off like a woman on a mission. The sway in her hips has me salivating thinking about the things I’ve done and would like to do to my woman. I don’t leave until she’s completely out of view, even if I do have a meeting with Nico today.
“Glad to see that is working out for you and Celeste.” Monica slides in beside me, stating the obvious, as if she wasn’t behind pushing us together. Not at all thinking that tooting her own horn isn’t showing her cockiness. Between my phone call over the weekend and Monica seeing it out in the open, I’d say she probably deserves it.
“Me too. Now, I hate to change the subject.” Not really. The chuckle Monica gives me lets me know she sees right through my bullshit. “I’ve been thinking.”