Total pages in book: 130
Estimated words: 129571 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 648(@200wpm)___ 518(@250wpm)___ 432(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 129571 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 648(@200wpm)___ 518(@250wpm)___ 432(@300wpm)
With envy, I followed the movement of those fingers. “Okay.”
“Now who’s in charge?”
“You.”
“Yes, me.” She climbed up the steps, taking her damned time, one by one until I thought that I would scream for her to hurry up. There were only four steps, but it seemed like twenty.
With those six inch heels still on, she stood above the tub and balanced at the top, towering over me. “Do you like this outfit?”
I raked my fingers through my wet hair. “I’m close to tearing it off.”
“That’s a lot of lace to tear off.”
“I’m up for the job.”
She took one step into the water, and never took those heels off. The water rose to her knees. “It’s hot.”
“Not as hot as you.”
She rolled her eyes, put the other foot inside, and then sat that beautiful behind on the edge. Finally, her face came into the glow of the candlelight.
“Jasmine ... I should’ve never left you.”
“Shh.”
“Damn it. Would you let me thank you for taking care of me?”
“Tonight, we danced at the ball.”
Lucy’s dead body flashed in my head—diamonds dripping with blood.
“Say that with me.” She gave me the saddest smile I’d ever seen. “Tonight, we danced at the ball.”
I blinked my eyes. “Is that what happened?”
“Yes,” she whispered. “We danced, ate amazing food, and stumbled off to your limo. We were so exhausted from all the partying that we fell asleep right in the backseat.”
Benny’s face appeared in my head.
“I’m not done talking.” Benny raised his finger. “I love you, Jasmine, but I’ll kill him. Do you need proof? Because your proof is behind me. Move on from him.”
I frowned. “I remember something different.”
“Do you?” Jasmine opened her legs.
Dear God. I thought that every inch, except her face was covered by lace, but I was wrong. A beautiful opening rested between her thighs.
“You’re distracting me,” I mumbled, my gaze never leaving the sight of her exposed flesh.
“I like to distract you.”
“We should talk.”
She snapped her fingers in front of her thighs. “Focus.”
“Fine.” I licked my lips. “What’s the name of this gorgeous ensemble?”
“It’s a crotchless, lace body stocking.”
“I’m going to buy millions of these for you.”
“Millions?”
“I’m going to put stock in the company.” I rose. Water rushed down me as I made my way to her.
“Did I say you could rise?”
“I just wanted to get a better look.” I stopped and formed my mouth into a wicked grin. “I was only seeing what was on my plate for this evening.”
“Who said you would be eating anything tonight?”
“Your legs are open.”
The smile remained and lust glittered all over her eyes. “That doesn’t mean you’re getting anything to taste.”
“You’re mine.” I came closer. “And you know how I love to lick you.”
Her silhouette in that light could never be captured by the most skilled painter or talented photographer. One had to be in the moment to witness her beauty. She wasn’t just perfectly curved sex within soft skin. She was love melted on body-numbing lust.
She was mine.
I moved in a little closer. “Get into the tub and continue to keep those heels on.”
“I’m the queen of the day.”
I got to the first step and lowered to my knees. The water rose to my shoulders. “What would you have me do?”
She left the tub’s edge. I backed up to give her more space. Deeper, she got into the water, sinking farther down and letting the hot water cover her body. For several silent seconds, we stared at each other, as candlelit shadows flickered around us.
“I love you.” Tears spilled from her face.
I reached out and she moved my hand away.
“No, I’m fine,” she whispered.
“That doesn’t mean I can’t touch you.” I kept my hand barely an inch from her face.
She backed away. “No. Not tonight. Let’s do something different.”
“Different?”
“Yes, different.” She turned around, leaned over the edge, and propped her plump behind above the water. Breath escaped my chest. It was so moist and inviting. The wet lace now looked painted on her, like they were one in the same—her lovely body and the pattern. The crotchless area drove me crazy. With her ass in the air, those folds stared back at me, groaning for my tongue.
“I’m really hungry.” I bit my lip.
“Not tonight.”
“I can’t lick you tonight? I’m pretty sure that’s against every rule of our relationship.” I closed the distance, but didn’t touch her yet. “I didn’t sign up for that.”
“Just fuck me hard.” She kept her back to me and I hated it, knew she had to still be crying.
“No, not tonight.”
“Yes.”
“Jasmine, look at me, baby.”
“Not tonight, Chase. Just fuck me.”
I can’t lose her.
“Fuck me.”
And so I did. I clutched her full hips and traced those wet folds with the point of my cock.
“Fuck me all night, Chase. I don’t want to remember anything, but you inside me.”
Pre-come spilled out of my tip. I smeared it against her skin, just wanting to merge my body with her in any way I could. Desire roared in my chest. I shoved it all out of my head—Lucy’s death, Benny’s threats, and even the engagement ring that still sat in my pocket.