Series: Werewolves of Wall Street Series by Renee Rose
Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 73722 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 369(@200wpm)___ 295(@250wpm)___ 246(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73722 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 369(@200wpm)___ 295(@250wpm)___ 246(@300wpm)
“Leave us,” he commands, as if his mother and sister were servants, not his family.
As soon as they exit, he strips down to his boxers and climbs in behind me. Blackthroat molds his body against mine from the back, sandwiching my feet between his larger ones and lightly but frantically stroking his palm over my cold skin.
“You’re so cold,” he laments. “Fuck, Madison.”
I shiver violently against him. It’s definitely shock.
“Madison,” he croaks, his voice soft with regret. “Madi, Madi, Madi.” I like that he uses my preferred name for once. His hand continues lightly roving everywhere he can reach–down and up my thighs, over my belly, along my side. He yanks the covers up under my chin and tucks them in around me, then pets my arm, my cold cheek. He cups his hand and covers my nose to warm the tip.
He breathes softly against the shell of my ear, like he’s lending his breath to warm it. His hand continues to rove over my skin, thawing all the frozen parts of me. Down my arm, up my side, over my belly, down my thigh. When he strokes it around my breast, I feel his dick harden where my ass is pressed against his lap. He shifts back, so I can’t feel it, and I miss the contact.
“Talk to me, Windows. It’s hard to tell if you’re all there. Tell me to fuck off again.”
“Fuck off.”
He blows out a breath. “I’m sorry, Madison. Mark your calendar and have a trophy made to put on your mantle because I don’t apologize often.” His deep voice is wry. I like hearing him humbled for once. It’s cruel, but I love that he seems worried over me. “You’ve earned a good one.”
I don’t answer, but his words sink into my frozen soul and thaw my emotions as his body warmth brings me back to life.
“I know I was a total asshole when you got here. You saved the land deal, which was very important to me, and I should have been grateful. I am grateful. I was just shaken up by the fact that you’d flown in the storm and risked your beautiful neck to do it. And it came right on the heels of finding out Ruby invited our mom here for Thanksgiving behind my back.”
That draws me out of my stupor. My interest catches on the implied drama. I’m still not ready to talk to him, but I listen, waiting to hear more.
“To say I don’t want her here would be the understatement of the century, and that’s the only reason I said you couldn’t spend Thanksgiving with us. Because I didn’t want you to witness the most fucked-up family dynamic on the planet.”
My shivering slows. Or rather, there are patches of stillness between waves of it. I can’t seem to control it, no matter how hard I try to relax.
“I’m sorry if I made you feel unwelcome.”
“You did,” I mutter, finally giving in and saying something besides fuck you. Because I’m obviously feeling very mature. Not sulking at all.
“I didn’t mean to hurt you.” He reaches for the hot cocoa from the bedside table and brings it to my lips, propping my shoulders up. I take a few sips, and the warmth slides down my throat and into my belly.
“Are these the servant’s quarters?” I ask when he puts the mug down and curls back around me.
“What?” He groans. “No. I mean, not really. I guess I can see how it could be construed that way because it’s closer to the kitchen. No, you’re at the far end of the building because I was trying to remove you as a goddamn temptation.”
My shivers stop completely as the heat his words produce warm my core.
His breath grows raspier at my ear. “Please don’t quit, Madi,” he says softly.
Oddly, I find myself disappointed. Like I was hoping for the “you’re the one” speech instead of “you’re the best employee.”
But that’s foolish. Billionaires like Blackthroat don’t throw themselves at the feet of their secretaries.
“You’re the only assistant I have ever been able to stand, and that has nothing to do with how much I want to get in your panties. It’s because you’re the best.”
He slows the pace of his stroking, and it takes on a far more sensual tone. My heart picks up speed, responding to the change of energy between us. Clearly his mention of getting into my panties has both of us thinking about it. His palm coasts up my side, settling on my breast where he lightly strums my nipple with his thumb. It stiffens under his touch, and I feel the answering tug between my legs.
“Madi?” Blackthroat’s velvety voice is pure temptation. “May I warm you with my tongue?”
I love the way he asks for consent. I nod my head.