Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 83171 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 416(@200wpm)___ 333(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83171 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 416(@200wpm)___ 333(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
I’m in a black tux. The plain mask covers my eyes, and in my arms I hold the bouquet of roses.
Bloodred roses.
They match her lips perfectly.
She changed her lip color.
She didn’t forget.
The black pearl choker—even more gorgeous than the one I purchased in the Diamond District—sits perfectly on her neck.
She didn’t forget.
No need for my not-so-subtle reminder of who’s in charge after all. I’m a little disappointed, truth be told, but no matter. Later, I’ll make it abundantly clear who’s in control here.
I walk in swiftly, closing the door behind me.
Already, I own this room.
Already, she feels it. I see it in her eyes, in the quick shudder she tries—but fails—to suppress.
I move closer to her, lean toward her, my lips ready to take hers—
Only a millimeter away, and I stop.
Hardest damned thing I’ve ever done.
“I won’t,” I say gruffly. “I won’t ruin those perfect lips. Not yet.”
She sighs. “Please.”
“Not yet,” I say again.
She trembles before me.
My cock responds.
How easy it would be to grab her, haul her the few steps to her bed, say, “Fuck the gala,” and fuck her instead.
I ache with how much I’ve missed her, how much strength it took for me not to constantly check in with her. Then Tessa’s phone call about the puppy, about how Skye was crying.
Crying. My Skye. And I wasn’t there to comfort her.
As if reading my mind, she says, “I missed you. Why didn’t you call?”
“I was busy,” I say.
“You couldn’t find two minutes?”
I rip the mask off my eyes, grab her cheeks, and blurt out words before I can stop them. “Baby, if I’d called, I wouldn’t have been able to stop myself from getting on a plane and flying back to you.”
She inhales swiftly.
“I couldn’t do that. I did it once, and I nearly lost a deal because of it. I had to take care of business.”
So easy.
So easy to kiss those lips…
But clearer heads must prevail. I’m expected at the gala, and I promised Skye a night out.
“Christopher’s waiting,” I say. “Let’s go.”
She grabs the bag sitting next to the door.
“What’s that?” I ask.
“Oh.” Her cheeks redden. “You said for me to bring over some clothes and stuff.”
“And you assume we’ll be going to my place?”
“Yes,” she says boldly.
“You assume correctly.” I stare at her, the nipple clamps burning in my pocket. I need to put them on her now, before we leave. “Remove the top of your dress.”
She slips one strap over her shoulder, slowly. I suck in a breath. She slides the other strap over her shoulder and urges the fabric downward. The only thing standing between her breasts and me is a strapless bra.
We stand there, gazes locked, until— “Fuck it.” I crush my lips to hers.
Her lips are already parted, and I thrust my tongue between them. Fucking bra. Between those gorgeous tits and my fingers. I unclasp it deftly and toss it to the floor. Then I cup her breasts, thumbing her hard nipples as I deepen the kiss. Our mouths are one, giving, taking, licking, kissing. She reaches downward, toward my crotch, and grasps the bulge beneath my slacks.
Fuck the gala. Fuck the gala. Fuck the gala.
I groan into her, a low, melodic hum like the beginning of a rolling clap of thunder.
She arches, grinds into my thigh, still holding my clothed erection—
I break the kiss and inhale sharply. “Damn, Skye.”
So easy. So easy to lift her in my arms, carry her to the bed. Pound her into next week.
But all my plans for tonight. I can’t do them here.
And the gala…
I’m expected there…
And the nipple clamps.
I pull the chain from my pocket. “Your tits are so beautiful, your nipples so hard. God, I want to suck and bite them until you can’t stand it.”
“Go ahead,” she says boldly.
Every ounce of strength I possess is required not to do as she asks.
“Later. For now…” I position one of the clamps around a nipple.
She jerks.
“Easy,” I say. “This won’t hurt.”
“It won’t?”
“Not unless you want it to.”
I tighten the tiny screw slowly, squeezing her nipple, all the while a phantom hand tightens around my cock.
“Good?”
She nods, her lips parted.
“You look incredible right now,” I say. “So fucking sexy.”
My words are just words. “So fucking sexy” doesn’t begin to describe Skye’s newly bejeweled nipple. Once I clamp the other, just a flick of the chain will send her reeling.
I’ll control her sensations all evening.
Fuck. This isn’t anything I haven’t done before, but my level of excitement is a hundred times higher.
I adjust the second clamp around her other nipple. “Beautiful. So beautiful. Are you ready, Skye?”
“Ready for what?” Her words come out on a sigh.
“For this.” I yank on the chain between the clamps.
“Oh!” Her chest and the tops of her breasts redden, her nipples protruding as the clamps bind them.
She reaches toward my bulge, and again, all my willpower is required to brush her hand away, which I do reluctantly.