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)
“I’ve missed that mouth of yours. The anger. It reminds me of us back in the days when I—”
I cut her off by standing and removing her from my desk myself. “That was years ago, Patricia. You don’t work here anymore. You’re not a member. Nothing that happens here involves you. It hasn’t for a long time.”
This time, she doesn’t hide her frustration. “Your father would be disgusted with you. He would never have allowed you to run around with a mindless child—”
“That’s your second warning. Mention her one more time, and I will personally throw you out. My father is fucking dead. He’s been dead for a very long fucking time. I don’t care what he meant to you, but your relationship with him and this club died the day he did.”
My words are meant to hurt, and they do. She looks as if I physically hit her. “You forget about my private stocks in this club. You cannot sell without my sign off. Your father made sure of that.”
“Not for long. I’ll make sure you’re compensated for your portion. But this club is done.” I walk to my office door and toss it open. “Let it go, Patricia. It’s over.”
She doesn’t say another word. She storms past me, and before she has a chance to turn around, I slam the door in her face.
My mood doesn’t shift until the moment I see her. The way she’s dressed in a casual pair of jeans and a black tank top. Why had I ever thought to dress her up when she looks fucking breathtaking being herself? I’m mad I even suggested this now, since all I want to do is take her back to my loft and fuck her into tomorrow. I may just have her sucking my dick on top of the Ferris wheel after all.
“You look like you’re up to something,” she says as she approaches.
“And what do you think that is, Ms. Stone?” I grab her hand and draw her into me, needing to touch her. Her smile sends a jolt straight to my dick. Everything about her makes me hard and my blood pumping through my veins. I kiss the top of her head, then pull away just enough for her to look up at me.
“Well, I’m not sure if it’s illegal yet. The park seems to still be open, so we’re not trespassing tonight.”
I can’t stop myself from placing my lips against hers, and I love how compliant she is when I do. Her lips mold against mine like perfection, then part, allowing my tongue entrance. I knew I should have held off kissing her. Having the taste of her sweet mouth against mine is fucking with my head. I pull away.
“Forget these plans. We’re going back to my loft.” I grab for her hand and tug her toward the exit, but she stops me.
“I don’t think so, buddy. You’re showing me what you brought me here to see. No booty time until then.” I turn, annoyed she just told me no. Even more so that she called me her buddy. I storm back to her, wrap my hand around her neck, and slam my mouth down on hers. This time, my kiss isn’t sweet or patient. It’s brutal and taking. Once she’s in need of air, I pull away and am rewarded with her glazed over eyes.
“Don’t ever call me your buddy. The way I’m going to suck and fuck and bite your cunt until you scream my name says I am definitely not your buddy.” I’m not particularly mad she told me no. I’m starting to enjoy the way she challenges me. But referring to me as a pal or a friend, and not the man who’s been deep inside her, breaking her down until she realizes how fucking special she really is, is unacceptable.
“Wow, okay then.” She sighs as she begins to blink away the lust I’ve fed her. “What do I call you then? Master, maybe?” I go to grab for her, but she jumps back.
“Get over here,” I demand.
Her laughter fills the air. “Nah, not until we clear the air. Or do you like sir? Daddy?” She jumps when I come at her and she takes off running down the pier. The wind is in full effect, catching the sound of her beautiful laugh and blowing it past me. I try to catch up to her, but she’s quick and able to shift in and out of the busy crowd. I finally make it to the end of the pier when I catch her. My arms wrap around her waist, and she squeals in pure delight. I whip her around ready to scold her for running from me, but that’s not what I do. I kiss her again and again. And I swear, in that moment, I never want to stop.