Total pages in book: 214
Estimated words: 202638 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1013(@200wpm)___ 811(@250wpm)___ 675(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 202638 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1013(@200wpm)___ 811(@250wpm)___ 675(@300wpm)
His thumbs smooth over my skin. ‘Who has the power, Ava?’
I roll my eyes. ‘You do.’
‘You’re wrong.’
‘I am?’ I blurt. He holds the power. He’s made that perfectly clear.
‘You are.’ He smiles, and I frown. ‘You’re the one with the power, baby.’
‘But you always insist it’s you who holds the power.’
He shrugs. ‘I like you stroking my ego.’
I start laughing. ‘Are you joking?’
‘No.’
I stop laughing when he doesn’t join me in my humour, even though it’s pretty damn humorous. He definitely holds the powers. What’s wrong with him?
He burns holes through me with his stunning eyes. ‘I hold the power over your body, Ava. When those beautiful eyes are full of lust for me, that’s when I hold the power.’ He releases my cheeks and skates his palms up the insides of my thighs.
I tense, my mouth parting, my hands shooting up to clench his suit jacket in my fists.
He smiles, leaning in and placing his lips gently on mine. ‘See.’ he whispers, removing his hands from my thighs and prizing my grip from his chest. ‘The power’s yours again.’
I study him on a half-smile, completely getting it. ‘That’s why you fuck me senseless, give me the countdown and demand I kiss you when I’m mad.’
He smiles. ‘Watch your mouth.’
‘You’ve completely exposed yourself. I’m never going to let you touch me again!’
He laughs, really hard. His chest expands and he throws his head back. I think I already knew that. That’s why I run at the start of the countdown. I know what he’s capable of when he gets his hands on me. His head comes back down, his eyes scanning my face.
‘Well, Mr Ward. Given how much sex we have, I’d say you’re the majority shareholder of power in this relationship.’
I grin when he starts with the laughing again. It’s a wonderful sight, the faint lines fanning his greens, making his eyes sparkle. ‘Baby, we will never have enough sex.’
‘That makes you a very powerful man then.’
‘Oh Jesus, Ava.’ He sweeps my hair away from my face and cups my cheeks. ‘I love you so fucking much. Kiss me.’
‘Feeling weak?’
He leans in. ‘I am.’ His lips brush gently over mine and I indulge him, handing him the control he craves, letting his tongue saturate my senses as he hums into my mouth and draws all of the power from me.
‘Better?’ I ask around his lips.
‘Much. Come on, lady, we have a date.’ He places me on my feet before turning the music off and scooping my clutch from the floor. ‘Ready?’
‘Oh, let me show you the message.’ I take my bag and retrieve my phone. I had almost forgotten about that.
‘What message?’ he asks on a frown. He clearly has too.
‘The one sent from John’s phone.’ I scroll through my phone, my heart beating nervously. This is it. This is the moment I get this off my chest. I have it plain and clear, so he can’t possibly argue with it. John wouldn’t do this. ‘There.’ I hold my phone up to him and he takes it. His frown line creeps across his brow as he reads the message, a thoughtful look plaguing his expression. His eyes flick to mine and back to the screen. He’s really thinking about this.
After what seems like forever, with me tense and him staring at the screen, he starts nodding mildly. ‘I’ll be dealing with this.’ He tosses my phone on the counter. He doesn’t look very happy at all.
I sag a little in relief. I think I almost expected him to defend her or say that it must have been someone else, but who else would do that? I don’t need to say anything more. He knows, and I’m so relieved.
My phone starts singing and I scoop it up from the counter, seeing Ruth Quinn’s name flashing up on the screen. I let out a tired sigh and reject the call. She’ll soon call the office and find out that I’m off work today.
‘Who’s that?’ he asks.
‘A new client. A pain in the arse new client.’
He takes my phone and slides it back on the worktop, then pulls me into his chest. ‘No work today. Are you ready for our date?’
I nod into his chest. ‘Yes.’
His lips press into the top of my head and he releases me, holding his arm out in a very gentlemanly manner. I smile, threading my arm through his. He winks and leads me out of the penthouse and to the elevator.
We reflect in all of the mirrors around us. Everywhere I look, I can see him in all of his beauty, and me with my hand slipped under his suit jacket, un-willing to let him go. He glances down at me out the corner of his eye. ‘I should make you give me an apology fuck here and now.’ he says in a low, quiet voice.