Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 82887 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 332(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82887 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 332(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
Unable to get upstairs fast enough, I’m finally pushing open the door to my office, and take in the savory view of her bare legs. Satisfied, I walk over, finding her fast asleep.
“Jensen.” I rest my hand on her shoulder, trying to wake her, but she doesn’t budge. A soft, little snore echoes through my office. “Jensen,” I say again, but she’s dead to the world. Doesn’t this girl sleep? I think back, and admittedly, she’s been in my presence the past few days till dawn. I know her schedule, due to the tracking I put on the phone, and it doesn’t sit unmoving in her dorm long after she returns home.
I look at my watch again. There are only a few hours before the club opens and I need to oversee some new member invitations. My initial instinct is to wake her. Possibly with my cock in her mouth. I smile at the mental visual of her wide and wrapped around me. Her feisty tongue, her pouty lips, the little sounds of pleasure that leave her mouth. I could have easily broken her the first night. Defiled her in ways that would have left her sore for weeks. My cock jolts in my slacks at the thought of all the ways. But there was something about her that made me want to keep her dangling on the edge of innocent and mine.
I shake my head to break from my thoughts. Mine. Maybe Fredrick is right about her. There’s not a doubt she’s a liability for the club. Her age alone should have me backing far away from her. The file Fredrick collected warned me she was only eighteen. I was hitting thirty-four. Her innocence hungered me but fucking her now was out of the question.
I stare at her chest rising and falling.
From the short amount of time I’ve spent with her, there’s no hiding just how inexperienced she is. The way her body shakes with all the unknown sensations I create for her. I would bet all are new to her as well. I never said I was a good man. Therefore, I still plan on having fun with her. It’s been way too long since someone has captured my attention the way she does. And I plan on enjoying every minute of it.
I take one last look at her before getting back to the floor when I notice her phone lighting up in her lap. I reach for it and scroll through the messages on her screen. She wasn’t lying when she said she had a problem with some little shits. The messages are rude and cruel. Threatening. My jaw clenches tightly as I scroll through the messages. I’m baring my teeth by the last one. I click on it, but it requests her password to see the full message. Rage boils inside me at the nerve of anyone who messes with what’s mine. She’s just a toy to you, asshole. But is she? I make a mental note to investigate the person harassing her and take care of it. I need her full attention. I can’t have her distracted.
Leaving her to sleep, I gather the paperwork I need and step out of my office, locking the door from the outside. She won’t be able to leave, even if she wants to.
I’m exhausted by the time I walk into my loft. The night went off without a hitch. No problems I’ve been made aware of. Jensen remained dead to the world, which was disappointing. Her damn open mouth asked for trouble from a man like me all night. My thoughts stayed dark. The need to drop everything and follow through with my fantasy of waking her up with my throbbing cock kept me on edge. I carried her to my loft around three in the morning, and she didn’t even budge. A small nudge of guilt hit me knowing I was the cause of her exhaustion. I placed her in my bed and finished out the rest of my night.
The morning sun is beginning to peek in through the shades. I unbutton my dress shirt and toss my suit coat over my chair, taking in the sight in my bed. When I brought her up here, I took it upon myself to undress her down to the red lingerie she wore so well. She’s lying on her back, her legs sprawled out, her arms stretched above her head. There’s no denying it. She looks sexy as fuck.
I step out of my pants, working around my hard on, and toss them with the rest of my clothes. My eyes never leave the spot where the see-through red lace barely covers her pussy. Damn, she’s a sight. I can’t wait to wrap my mouth around her and suck her hard until she’s quivering around my tongue. I step up to my bed and lift my knee to crawl up to her. “Jensen,” I call for her. I dip my head, bringing my lips to her ankle.