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)
“Okay.” I’m at a loss for words on how else to respond. I’ve given him an out, tried to shake this feeling that is overwhelming all my senses. And once we step inside, Wylde is surrounding me, backing me up until I’m pressed against the wall. The hand that was on my lower back slides up my spine, tangling at the base of my wavy locks. His other goes to the base of my throat, holding me there, and that’s when Wylde dips his head.
FIVE
Wylde
Celeste is sin and temptation, all wrapped up in one delicious fucking package. It’s the only explanation for why my body is molded to hers, lips pressed against hers, nipping at her lower lip until she finally allows me to gain entrance. Hands that were once hanging loosely beside her are now working their way up my body until she’s digging her nails into my chest, matching the stroke of my tongue, giving me as much as I’m taking. I feel the pulse rapidly beating the same time she arches closer to my body, allowing me to feel her hardened nipples, and I’m thankful I never had the forethought to button my suit jacket.
A small sigh leaves her. My hand drifts down lower, cupping the underside of her breast, thumb gliding along what I imagine them to look like, mouth salivating as I wonder if they match her lips that are light pink in color and sweet in flavor.
“Wylde.” Celeste’s chest is heaving. My own lungs are burning with the need to take a deep breath. That’s not what I do, though. I leave her lips for just a moment before I return to them, harder, with more determination than before. Until the dinging of the elevator forces us to separate. A shame, too, because my next move was pulling her leg up until it was curled around my thigh, my hand pressing around, holding Celeste open as I worked my way closer, letting her feel just how hard she made my cock. That thought alone has me weeping in my boxer briefs like I haven’t been laid in years.
“We shouldn’t be doing this,” she says, an echo to my own thoughts. Here in the moment, though, I’m not going to regret, and I’m not sure I’ll be able to stop my body from igniting when Celeste is nearby.
“Maybe not, but some rules are meant to be broken.” I peck her lips one last time. She doesn’t push me away, and with the elevator being my private one, the doors don’t slide open until I press a button. That added security feature that I was reluctant to pay for is more than worth it right at this moment.
“That’s easy for you to say. This is your business. You own the hotel and casino. You own where I work. My life investment is in the spa. One wrong move, and I’m screwed.” I step away, reluctantly giving her room to breathe when all I want to do is capture her lips once again, feel those small hands of hers dig into my chest, pulling me closer like she was moments ago.
“There is that. We’ll continue this conversation when it’s not nearing one o’clock in the morning and we’re both not dead on our feet.” Placating is not what I’d really like to do when it comes to Celeste, but since she nods in understanding, I take it as a win. Still, my eyes don’t leave hers until she moves away from the wall, my hand going back to her lower back, a need to feel Celeste in some manner.
“Fine, you’re right. It’s late, and there’s no use in arguing when all I want to do is get home, hop in the shower, then climb into bed.” Yeah, the words she just said didn’t do anything to make my hard cock go down. If anything, it only ignited a flame of dirty thoughts, things I’ll be dreaming of doing to her.
“You’re not helping matters,” I mumble under my breath. I button my suit jacket, not wanting anyone in the employee parking lot to see the bulge I’m now sporting as I walk Celeste to her car.
“What did you say?” I press the button, opening the doors to the employee parking garage. Monday, this place will be full of cars. Tonight, it’s more of a skeleton crew working, which means less everything. That thought still makes me realize I’ll be sleeping in my room off the office, once again not leaving. It makes me doubt that owning the penthouse condo ten minutes away is even worth it. Not that I’m willing to sell. If anything, I’d make it an investment property, a short-term rental with a long-term revenue. Though if things go where I want them to with Celeste, that won’t be happening either. I’m pretty sure the only way I’ll get her to agree to anything resembling a relationship is going to be by keeping things quiet. Even then, that might be stretching it.