Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 90448 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 452(@200wpm)___ 362(@250wpm)___ 301(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90448 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 452(@200wpm)___ 362(@250wpm)___ 301(@300wpm)
Thank god. By the way, where are Vivian and Troy?
People applauded and hurried to surround the stage.
“Jasmine?” Chase kissed my cheek. “Answer me, please.”
“Eventually I would have let my guard down and had sex with you.” I gazed into his eyes.
“I wish I could have you in my bed tonight.”
“No.”
“I’m starting to hate that word on your lips.”
“Too bad. You’ll be hearing me say it a lot.”
He clasped his hands onto mine and pulled me away from the bar.
“Where are we going?” I asked as he dragged me toward the back.
The audience applauded and cheered behind us. I couldn’t make out what the poet was saying because my heart banged in my ears.
Fear and anticipation pulsed within me.
“Chase?”
We stepped into the shadows of the club. He gently pushed me against the wall. “I’ve said all I can to have you agree to my offer.”
“Then why are we—”
His lips smoothed against mine.
He attacked my tongue with his and I loved it.
When he leaned away, he whispered, “Just let your guard down for a few minutes.”
Fuck.
He grabbed the end of my dress and yanked it up and over my behind. I gasped as he massaged my panties. My sex clenched in response. My nipples hardened. That scent of his surrounded me—new leather mixed with vanilla.
Fuck it.
I rubbed my fingers through his silky hair. Each time his tongue entered my mouth I sucked. And I was sure my panties were drenched from my arousal.
“I’d be the best you ever had.” Chase slipped his hands around my side and dove them into my panties. “Because I’d do whatever you asked me to and more.”
Hell yes. Touch me.
I let my head fall back right as his fingers made contact with my throbbing bud.
“Damn it, Jasmine,” Chase said. “You say I’m selfish and you stand next to me, this wet, pretending like you don’t want me.”
“You’re too complicated.”
He tenderly clutched my clitoris between his fingers. “Am I complicated now?”
“No,” I groaned and arched my hips into his hands.
His fingers encircled my flesh, but made no further move. “What do you want?”
“Touch me.” I closed my eyes.
“I’m already touching you, baby.” His fingers added a tiny bit of pressure. “Tell me what else you want.”
“Fuck me.”
“I can’t. It’s against the rules. All I can do right now is touch you, no licking or anything else.” He nipped at my chin and shoved a finger inside me. “Give my arrangement a try for a few weeks.”
“No.”
He shoved another finger inside me. His thumb rubbed up and down my clitoris as his fingers slid in and out of my wet tunnel. “Please.”
“N-no.” I rocked into his hands as the crowd applauded around us. I doubted anyone saw us, but I also didn’t care.
I wanted him.
Pleasure swelled and rose inside of me until I thought my whole body would explode. I struggled to hold in a moan as I ground into his hand. The whole area between my legs swelled and ached under his attention.
“Damn it,” he groaned. “Try it for a week.”
“I can’t.”
He pushed a third finger inside me. “You’re seconds from coming all over my fingers and still you say no?”
I dug my nails into his shoulders as lusty pleasure filled me and captured all of my senses—his fingers pounding inside me, his scent enclosing me like a cocoon, and his voice smooth like silk.
The mounting need rose, beat against my flesh, and then pushed me to climax.
“Chase!” I screamed. Music sounded right on time, a hard-hitting drum against a saxophone melody. The crowd clapped and chanted some lyrics with the spoken word artist on the stage. I ground into Chase’s hands some more, squeezing my behind and showing no restraint.
“Yes, baby.” Chase sped up his thumb’s caresses. “Show me how much you like it.”
The music’s volume increased.
An intense orgasm crashed into me with another flicker of his fingers.
Good god. He’s too much to handle.
Never had anyone manipulated me this way and it scared the crap out of me. In college, men less than his worth had me doing their bidding.
Chase could make me come with his fingers in a matter of seconds.
After that thought, terror soared inside of me. I needed to stay away from Chase. Any more moments like this and I’d drown in his life, will, and desires. I would lose myself the whole time.
He targeted me with an intimidating gaze and removed his fingers with gentle ease. “I won’t stop until you’re under my roof in Willow Park and in my bed.”
I opened my mouth, but didn’t know what to say.
“Until that time no one will taste this but me.” He sucked on the fingers he’d just had in me.
“W-we’re not together.” I shook my head.
“Your body says something else.”
God. I’m so pathetic. What was I thinking? That I would let him finger me and then stand my ground as not being interested in him?