Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 60700 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 304(@200wpm)___ 243(@250wpm)___ 202(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60700 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 304(@200wpm)___ 243(@250wpm)___ 202(@300wpm)
“Then I’ll figure out how to unlock your secrets.” I gun my Porsche to surge into the gap in traffic, and Lexi gasps, white-knuckling the dashboard.
“You okay, doll?” I glance over. “Does my driving make you nervous?”
She lets out a shaky laugh and eases her hands away from the dash. “Sorry. It’s not your driving. I just get jumpy on the road. This city has some crazy drivers.”
I remember her “between cars” embarrassment and wonder if there’s a story there. I’m about to ask when she changes the subject. “Were you born here?”
“In New Jersey? Or America? Either way, yeah. First generation American.”
“Your parents are from Italy?”
I know what she’s trying to figure out. Whether I’m in La Cosa Nostra–the mafia. Or maybe she already knows and is curious about it. “Yeah. Sicily.”
“Are they still around?” She darts a glance at me. “I’m sorry—do you mind my asking personal questions?”
I don’t think she’s a plant fishing for information, but you never know. I would sure hate to find that out because she’s far too beautiful to destroy.
“I don’t mind this question. Some I might.” I soften the words with quirked lips. “Both my parents are dead, but I have a ton of extended family.”
She nods.
“As a rule, the Family is off-limits for conversation. For your safety and mine.” I pull into the parking garage for the Four Seasons and find a spot.
“Yeah, okay.” As she bobs her head, a slight tremor runs through her, and I hope I haven’t scared her off.
“Don’t worry, Lex.” I get out and walk around to open her door, but she climbs out before I reach it. “You’re safe. If we strike an arrangement, my business won’t ever concern you. That’s the point of keeping it off-limits. Capisce?”
She nods. I cradle her nape and draw her face up to mine for another kiss. She softens into me, her lips supple and receptive, her body melting into mine.
Taking her hand, I lead her to the lobby and ask for a luxury suite. The clerk gives me the keycard and directs us to the elevator. As soon as the door closes, I nudge her back against the wall, nuzzling and nipping at her neck.
“Still nervous?”
“No.”
“Liar.” I murmur in her ear.
Chapter Three
Lexi
I try not to look too impressed at the gorgeous luxury hotel suite, which is twice as big as my apartment. It has a separate living room, complete with a marble fireplace and ten-foot floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city. I stand at the window and look down, awed.
Bobby grasps my nape and pulls me close, kissing the side of my neck.
I’m not afraid of him, but I am nervous. It’s more performance anxiety. I don’t know what I’m doing. What he wants. How this works.
He presses the backs of his fingers over my heart, and it thumps to meet them, betraying my anxiety.
“I never do this sort of thing,” I admit.
“I know,” he murmurs, his expression soft. “That’s one of the things I like about you.”
“What else do you like?” I’m not above fishing for compliments.
He picks up a section of my hair and runs it over his cheek. “Everything I’ve seen so far.” His voice is low and seductive. “I’m going to have a hard time holding back.” He traces my collarbone with the tip of his finger.
“Then maybe you shouldn’t” I whisper.
He smiles like a satisfied cat and leads me down the hall, his hand at the small of my back like a gentleman.
Once inside, he yanks my body against his, kissing me hard. I moan against his mouth, loving the way he takes charge. He sweeps his tongue between my lips, claiming my mouth. Owning me. His hands knead my ass, then he drags them upward, peeling the fabric of my dress from my body in a single sweep.
“Mmm.” He stands back and drinks in my black and hot pink satin bra and matching panties. “I like those.”
Thank God he didn’t catch me in my cotton Wonder Woman panties with the holes worn at the seams. Every inch of my skin heats under his dark gaze. I start to kick off my heels, but he shakes his head.
I freeze, waiting for more information.
All he says is, “Good girl.”
My pussy clenches in response. Apparently, I have a praise kink.
“You look so beautiful in nothing but those heels,” he rumbles approvingly. He slips a finger under each strap of my bra and peels the cups down slowly to reveal my breasts.
He drinks them in, appreciation evident, then he grows impatient again, yanking the bra to my waist, and crushing a hand over one of my breasts as his mouth bends to the other. He flicks his tongue over the tip of my nipple, then sucks it deep into his mouth before releasing it abruptly and nipping with his teeth.