Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 23713 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 119(@200wpm)___ 95(@250wpm)___ 79(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23713 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 119(@200wpm)___ 95(@250wpm)___ 79(@300wpm)
“Don’t,” he orders. Possessiveness flares in his eyes and the feral tilt of his lips plays with too many of my emotions. And all the other parts of me.
“You don’t want me to eat?” I manage to speak without sounding too breathy.
“You’ll eat, but first, tell me you’re going to be a good girl.”
I lick my lips, and Nash’s eyes narrow. This isn’t a battle I’m going to win. I can't win with my own body betraying me. When I nod, he shakes his head.
“Not good enough. Say it, Goldie. I need to hear it.”
How does he make his words carry so much weight? I hang on each one.
“I’ll be a good girl.”
Nash smiles. Not a half one or a smirk, a full-blown smile stretches across his face in approval. I’m filled with a desire to preen, as if his reaction is my own little reward.
“That’s my girl.” He pulls his hand away, and it takes all the warmth with it. I want it back, but I won’t ask. “Don’t worry, we’re far from finished.”
He winks at me with a knowing glint in his eyes. What the hell? How does this man know what I’m thinking? It’s like he’s always a few steps ahead. Today he tracked me down, which should have been impossible. I know he didn’t follow me because he would have walked into the waiting room right behind me.
Nash reaches for a piece of bread and spreads butter across it. He holds it out for me, and I lean in and take a bite. The way he’s feeding me from his hand is intimate in a way I didn’t know I would enjoy. Turns out, I really like it.
“Now let's talk about how we’re going to handle your pussy.”
“Nash!” I hiss as heat blooms in my cheeks.
“There’s nothing to be shy about, Goldie. I’ve already seen it all.”
I stare at him, but his face shows nothing now. “You’re serious?”
“Who else would you have doing it?” Anger flares in his eyes, and his body visibly tenses.
I was toying with the waiter because I wasn’t sure why Nash brought me here. Jealousy got the best of me, and I decided two could play that game. I’m not sure if I won because although it pissed him off, I was the one to bend. It’s probably for the best because I think he might have broken Archer if I didn’t. I don’t understand his jealousy, but there’s no denying it. This isn’t the action of an overprotective brother.
“Maybe if you hadn’t lied and said you were my fiancé, the doctor could have told me how to handle it myself,” I point out.
“Your mother left you in my hands to take care of.”
My mouth drops open. Did he really just say that? He holds up the bread, and I chomp down, almost getting his finger.
“Don’t be naughty,” he warns.
“We both know that my mom didn’t mean you need to…” I trail off because there’s no way I can finish that sentence.
“To stretch your snug little pussy?”
“Oh my god.” I cover my face with my hands and squeeze my thighs together.
The thought of him talking to my mom about my vagina nearly kills me, but his words are dirty and way hotter than they should be.
"I take my job seriously." I uncover my face and narrow my eyes.
"Job?"
"Responsibility?" he corrects, which is only marginally better. I’m about to tell him that my vagina is not his responsibility, but the server is almost at our table with our plates.
This time Archer doesn’t linger. He barely asks if we need anything else before he bolts. I don’t blame him. Nash is intense.
“Now,” he begins, “when we get back home—”
“Not happening,” I cut him off. I can’t think about Nash giving me oral.
“Shall we call your mom and ask her about me taking care of you?”
“You wouldn't.”
Nash pulls out his phone and cocks his head to the side in a challenge. Every time I try to defy him, I’ve lost. I’m not willing to bet on this one.
It’s not that I want to hide what’s going on with me from my mom. What I don’t want to do is have to admit that every time she asked me about being interested in a guy that all along I was harboring a secret crush on Nash. This could ruin the happy family that my mom believes we have.
“Okay,” I whisper, and my shoulders sag in defeat.
“Goldie.” His hand comes out to rest over mine. “I want to do this.” I lift my head to meet his eyes as his thumb strokes the top of my hand. “I’ve already seen you naked. And I know that I’ll handle you with care.”
“Why?”
Nash is rich and crazy hot, so I’m sure women fall at his feet. The thought makes my stomach turn, and my dinner isn’t so appealing anymore. This can’t be about sex for him because he’s only going down on me. He’s not getting anything in return.