Total pages in book: 114
Estimated words: 109562 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 548(@200wpm)___ 438(@250wpm)___ 365(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 109562 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 548(@200wpm)___ 438(@250wpm)___ 365(@300wpm)
I walk her to the car, keeping vigilant. The men would’ve scouted the surroundings to make sure it’s safe, but I learned to take nothing for granted. I look through the car windows as we go, making sure there’s no one lurking on the backseats.
When we get to the Corvette, I pull her against me and slip a hand under her dress.
“Sav,” she utters with a hitch in her breath when I brush my fingers up the inside of her thigh.
“Eyes forward,” I say with a rough edge to my tone, my voice carrying across the parking lot.
My men spin around as one, turning their backs on us. None will dare to glance over their shoulders. They know they’ll die a slow and painful death.
I call one of them by name. “Guard the exit of the building. Don’t let anyone out.”
The guard jogs to the building and stops facing the door.
“We should go home,” Anya says, but she doesn’t fight me when I slip a finger into the elastic of her thong and drag it down her hip.
She stares at me with desire dancing like yellow flames in those pretty eyes as I go down on one knee, bringing her underwear with me. There’s no question about my intentions when I hold her gaze and stretch the elastic around her feet.
On my cue, she holds on to my shoulders and steps out of the thong. I press the silk against my nose, inhaling deeply and memorizing her scent. She smells like woman and summer and so fucking ready for me.
I slip the silk in my pocket and straighten. Fastening my hands around her waist, I lift her with one swift sweep onto the hood of the car. My fingers are clamped on her knees before she can protest, spreading them to make space for me between her legs. I lean in and steal a quick kiss.
“Take me out,” I say against her lips, removing my gun from my waistband and laying it next to her.
She glances at the weapon. “I could shoot you when you’re distracted.”
I smile against her mouth. “I’m never distracted.”
“I could grab the gun while you’re coming.”
“You could.” I take her hand and put it on my cock. “But you’re not going to shoot me, tesoro.”
She bites her lip when I cup her fingers and make her squeeze my length.
My words are thick with lust. Still, I give her a choice. “Do you want me to fuck you?”
A moment passes as she searches my eyes. A battle rages in hers. She fights her desire. Or she tries. But she wants this as much as I do. If not, we wouldn’t be here. She’d be in the car already, telling me to drive her home. And I would’ve. I’ll do anything for her expect letting her go.
The need is killing me, but I wait. This has to be her choice. She makes it by gripping my buckle and opening my belt. By pulling down my zipper. I hiss when she locks her warm hand around my cock. When she leans on one arm and positions the crest between her legs, I bite back a groan. Once her wetness coats the head, I’m a goner. I pivot my hips and sink deep even as I remind myself to be gentle.
Her moan is loud. I slam a hand over her mouth and move. Long, hard strokes. I don’t mind her sounds. I love them, but they’re mine. They’re not for my men’s ears. Her lips move against my hand, writing a word on my palm.
Sav.
“That’s it,” I whisper in her ear, bracing my weight on one arm next to her on the hood. “Touch yourself. Show me how hard you come for me.”
She slips a hand between our bodies, her fingers brushing over the root of my cock as she plays with herself.
The image is enough to send me over. I ignore the coiling pleasure, slowing down even as I coax her on. “That’s my good girl. Grip my cock harder.”
Her inner muscles tighten around me.
“You want me,” I say, softly biting her earlobe.
She shivers.
When I pull out all the way, she makes a muffled sound of protest.
It’s time for her to be honest, to face a truth she’s been skirting around, to look this in the eye and admit what it is.
I tease her with the tip of my cock, parting her just enough to make her whimper. “Is this what you want?”
She nods.
I lift my hand off her mouth. “Say it.”
“Yes,” she says.
I don’t give her more. “Say it, Anya.”
“I want you,” she whisper-cries but not without a hint of sadness.
That’s my girl. I know how much the truth can hurt, how much admitting defeat can feel like a failure, but I also know how to make it better.