Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 67518 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 338(@200wpm)___ 270(@250wpm)___ 225(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67518 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 338(@200wpm)___ 270(@250wpm)___ 225(@300wpm)
Good save. Now, she won’t know you’re a billionaire.
“Oh.” A slight hesitation resounds in her voice.
Must disclose more. “I, ahem, had a rather unsavory conversation with the head of a research team in Guatemala. Unfortunately, they require more funding than we were capable of offering. The program was near to my heart. Despite myself, I became a bit aggressive during the call.”
A few vexatious beats pass, then a smile glimmers onto Luxury’s face. “Thanks for breaking it down. Either way, I’m drawn to you, Vic. Not money.”
If she only understood I fancy her for that reason, too, and so many more. I clear my throat and gesture to a pair of stilettos. The heels will bring Luxury’s pillow lips to the perfect location for claiming.
Bass thumps through an exclusive nightclub, and strobe lighting pivots off people drinking, dancing, having a laugh. There’s not an area of the lounge untouched, so I overcompensate the bra and panty-wearing hostess for a seat. As we’re led to the VIP area, I glimpse a text update from Bobby George: Whitson’s home. All accessible entrances are under surveillance.
Luxury commands attention. Eyes blaze a molten brown to any woman whose gaze lingers. I adore the little feline. I could almost imagine us pursuing the desires Fuyoung harbored.
Luxury, all though still tiny even in heels, presses her palm into my chest. “Sit.”
I descend on the leather couch. I imagine us naked as her intense heat straddles over my trousers.
“Eyes here, Victor.” Luxury cups her breasts, pushing them upward. The authority in her tone compels me to bloody fucking mount her to an audience. Arching more in my lap, she commands, “Or here.”
“As you wish.” I lean forward, capturing Luxury’s bottom lip between my teeth. Aggressive, lovely fingernails push open my new linen shirt, leaving lustful scrapes over my chest. Bright lights echo off every contour of her body, and my eyes follow Luxury’s curves while she twirls over my stiffened cock.
A few drinks later, Luxury brushes her palms over the stretchy material at her hips, inching it up another notch. She apprehends my mouth a second before I can face plant between her tits. Groaning, I taste the tequila-laced fire on her tongue.
I’ve kept my demons and my swollen cock on a fucking leash, but that all depends on my Little One. While others are around, I’m more inclined to consent to her comfort level instead of pressing her limits. Captivated, I catch the nape of her neck in my hand, bringing my mouth to the softness of her earlobe. Hips grinding upward, I growl, “Luxury, shall I dip into your cunt right here.”
A tipsy giggle brushes against my jaw. “As much as I love your fingers—”
“No, Little One. You’ve instigated a dangerous game. One in which I will finish with your approval, of course.” While still claiming her, my other hand snakes between us. I tease my zipper down to free my strained flesh.
“Wait.” Her heart slams against my chest, smooth thighs tensing about my waist. “We shouldn’t.”
“I must insist that your pussy glides over my cock. Same movements that you would while dancing. Even if the song speeds in tempo, you are permitted to fuck me at your leisure. I’ll keep your dress from rising too far.” My lips form a devilish smile. “Nobody will ever know.”
Luxury stalls my hand with both of hers. Temptation glazed eyes seek out mine. I’m dead on as she stammers, “Ha ha, Vic, you pulled that stunt next to the window in your hotel, screwing me and my mind. I’ll have none of the crazy tonight. Let’s go.” After one a.m., we exit the lounge. The crisp night air fails at cooling the heat swirling around us. Since I’d parked a couple of blocks away, we take the scenic route through Central Park. Impatient hands glide over my arse, pulling me toward her. Mine smooth down the curve of Luxury’s spine before reverently claiming the two soft globes, further grinding her cunt against my aggravated cock.
Luxury murmurs, “I’m going to fuck you so hard.”
“You’ll fuck me, huh?” I stop her right at the corner.
Arms loop around the back of my neck, and her thighs slide around my waist to her own violation. She rewards me with the warmth of her torrid flesh and the fragrant scent that has increased in richness since she devoted herself to me. “Well, Little One, here’s your chance to—” My cellphone vibrates.
Fuck, is that Bobby George?
“Hold that thought,” I grit.
“No,” Luxury moans while I place her onto the cement park bench. I pull out my mobile only to see Madeline's number. Bollocks. Loyalty prompts my answer.
“Only people who call at this time have an emergency or are horny. Don’t mind me.” Luxury folds her arms over with a snarky gleam in her eyes.
“I’ve the remedy for that. Allow me just a minute.” Moving away, I keep an eye on Luxury as a streetlamp glows across her tortured flesh. I answer.