Total pages in book: 159
Estimated words: 145942 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 730(@200wpm)___ 584(@250wpm)___ 486(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 145942 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 730(@200wpm)___ 584(@250wpm)___ 486(@300wpm)
I wonder what the guys would say if I suggested a little sword fight action. Considering the way Cruz reacted when he accidentally probed his own asshole with the shitty two-ply toilet paper, I don’t think it’ll go down well, but a girl can always dream.
Fuck. Daydreaming again. That’s got to be the millionth time since this bullshit started this morning. I could use a break, but a break is just a delay for when this shit finally wraps up. I just want it done. I’m starting to not even care who gets voted in now.
No. That’s a lie. I care more than I should because risking the wrong guy getting in means risking my life, and I’m not about that shit. At least, not today anyway. Generally, I’m really good at putting my life at risk, which the boys are more than happy to remind me of every chance they get. In fact, Carver only reminded me not to accidentally fall in front of a gun this morning. He’s so sweet like that.
Crap. I’ve got to give it a rest with the daydreaming.
I blink a few times while pressing my lips into a hard line and doing my best not to bring attention to the fact that I can’t stop yawning. I grab the glass of ice water off the table and cringe at the condensation circle left on the expensive wood table. Oh well, Dynasty has enough funds to replace the table. Hell, they could buy every family in the country a new fucking table if they wanted to.
After taking a sip, I let out a breath and shoot my gaze across the table to Carver who looks as though he’s trying really hard to concentrate on the fifth argument that Beckett Sr. and Brooks have had in the span of the last hour, neither of them making very good points at all.
Carver raises a brow, silently asking how I’m doing and I shrug my shoulders, wishing that the time could tick by a little faster. Though, studying his perfect face and his stone-hard body seems to do the trick. Any girl could fall victim to it, get lost in his perfection only to snap out of it an hour later to realize that she’s been drooling.
I try to focus, but when Matthew Montgomery gets involved and Mr. Danforth steps in to try and be some kind of adjudicator, I completely give up.
Carver’s stare falls away when Matthew Montgomery starts taking shots at his candidate and I scoot down in my chair, the boredom knowing no bounds. My gaze shuffles around the table to the only other face in the room that I have any interest in looking at.
Hunter Mother Fucking King.
He’s so gorgeous. He’s held his own during this meeting like a fucking pro and every time he’s opened his mouth, I’ve ended up clenching my thighs, even more so now as he catches my gaze and winks, making everything below the border throb with need.
I sink down in my chair even further, my eyes barely able to see over the top of the table. I zoned out of this shit hours ago and haven’t had any input, though nobody has exactly asked for it either. They’re all too focused on their own opinion. I bet I could get up from this table, strip down to my birthday suit, and walk straight out without a damn person noticing.
That’s incorrect. King and Carver would definitely notice, but apart from that, I’d be good.
A soft smirk plays on King’s lips and I find myself wondering what else I could do right now that these assholes around me won’t notice, and not a second later, I’m sinking down even further, my head disappearing right under the table.
A wide grin stretches across my face as my knees hit the ground and I start crawling, holding back a gag as I catch Dion Luca adjusting his junk under the table.
I put it out of my mind and keep crawling, only one destination in mind. After all, my mouth has been watering for King for three fucking days now, and what better time than the present?
I reach him in no time, my knees already red and sore, but it’s so worth it. I sit up on my knees and place my hands on his strong thighs, silently laughing as his whole body flinches in surprise.
King leans back in his chair until he can see me below the table and he stares at me in astonishment, either thinking I’m an idiot for assuming I can get away with this or just pure elation that he has a girl with the balls to get down and dirty at the worst possible times.
I roll my tongue over my lips, letting him see the hunger in my eyes and not a second later, his hands come to his jeans and he frees the impeccable monster that lives beneath.