Total pages in book: 15
Estimated words: 14112 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 71(@200wpm)___ 56(@250wpm)___ 47(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 14112 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 71(@200wpm)___ 56(@250wpm)___ 47(@300wpm)
I have to close my eyes tight and think of something else to distract me from the pain of my need. Her pretty little thighs are going to ache when I get my body between them. I bet she’s never had them spread as wide as I’m going to spread them.
I growl low in my throat as I stuff her things back in her bag and zip it up. I get her passport and boarding pass and stick them in my back pocket. She’s not getting far without me.
When I walk in the room, the smell of gummy bears hits me and almost brings me to my knees. God, could she be any more fuckable?
She’s wearing a white fluffy skirt that’s at her thighs while she’s sitting down. Her black silky tank top is low in the front, revealing just the edge of black lace under it. Everything about her outfit begs me to bend her over the table and make a woman out of her. And my fat cock is aching to do it.
“Who was the boy behind you in line?” My voice is thick with hunger, but I try to think straight.
“Who?”
Her voice is small and meek, but there’s heat in it. Her blue eyes run up and down my body, and I swear to Christ if she licks her lips, I’ll give her a dick to suck on.
My body moves on its own, getting closer to her, need pushing down on my shoulders and begging me to claim her.
“The boy you were taking to in line.”
She looks up at me through her lashes, and I wonder if that’s how she’ll look when she’s sucking my dick. If her full lips can open wide enough to take all twelve inches of me, that is. My cock is hard and pushing against my jeans. If I take another step toward her, I could rub it against her chin.
Instead, I reach out, taking a lock of her hair and feeling the silk between my fingers. I think about the silk of her panties, and then the silk of her cunt. How could something be so soft? I’ve traveled the world and never felt anything like it.
“He had blond hair,” I say, needing to get to the point.
“I don’t know him.”
Her eyes are free from any lie, and my body tightens with anticipation. She’s free, and she’s going to be mine.
I let go of her hair and stare into her blue eyes, wanting more than anything to pull her up in my arms. When she looks away from me, a chill runs down my back, and I want her eyes back on me. I run my hand across her jaw and then turn her to look at me.
She’s mine now, and she’ll give me her eyes when I demand them. I gently graze the line of her jaw, touching her delicate skin.
“Good, because you’re about to get to know me.”
Her eyes widen, and I take a step back, holding out my hand. She looks down at it, confusion clear on her face.
“Do you want to go to Paris or not?”
She bites her lip, and I have to grip her backpack tighter so I don’t lunge for her mouth.
“I’m free to go?” she asks as she slowly stands.
A wicked smile pulls at my lips. “Free?” I ask, and then lean down so we’re eye to eye. “You can come with me to Paris, Sophia, or you can stay here. Those are your options.”
There’s really no option, but the illusion of one will make this much easier. She’s coming with me to Pairs. She’s going to ride my cock on the top of the goddamn Eiffel Tower while wearing a beret and eating a motherfucking croissant if I have anything to say about it.
“I guess I’m going to Paris,” she says, and shrugs like it’s her only choice.
“Good girl,” I say as she places her hand in mine.
“My plane is ready to go.”
“Your plane?” she asks as we walk out of the room.
“You don’t know who I am?” I look down at her, a little surprised. Most people know my face, because gossip sites love to talk about the single billionaire who owns the sky.
“Should I?” She smiles, and it could light up Vegas for a hundred years.
“You keep that smile on your face and I’ll be anyone you want me to be,” I say, opening the back door for her and stepping outside onto the tarmac. “I’m Lincoln Gray.”
When I say my name, nothing registers in her eyes. I like that I’m not known to her though. She doesn’t have a preconception of who I am. Just like with her, it’s a complete mystery. And I’m going to enjoy solving it.
I take her hand and lead her over to one of my planes, where the crew is waiting. I nod to the staff as I pass by and walk toward the captain.