Total pages in book: 18
Estimated words: 16504 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 83(@200wpm)___ 66(@250wpm)___ 55(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 16504 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 83(@200wpm)___ 66(@250wpm)___ 55(@300wpm)
Her lips twitched as if holding back a satisfied smile.
“Then I guess it’s all mine,” she taunted.
Just before she could bring her fingers to her mouth, I snatched her wrist gently. The last thing I needed to do was piss Ian off by being rough with his wife. I was already walking a fine line with my next move, but I needed to taste Amara.
Carina raised her brow and slowly faced me with a look that screamed, what the fuck do you think you’re doing.
“I’d love a taste,” I explained.
I shifted my attention to Amara, still leaning against the table, still flush—still on edge. I held her gaze as I dragged my tongue along Carina’s fingers, collecting every last drop. I didn’t hide my moan when that first spicy-sweet flavor burst on my tongue. I didn’t bother hiding my smile either when I watched her squirm.
“Atlas,” Ian threatened.
With a gentle kiss to Carina’s hand as thank you, I let her go and faced Ian’s glare. I should have been concerned, Ian was a good friend, and I knew how selfish he was with his wife, but I couldn’t bring myself to care with the taste of Amara’s cunt still on my tongue.
“Your pussy must be his favorite food to pass up on such delicious, sweet, tangy cum,” I said to Carina.
“It is,” Ian assured.
Carina glanced at her husband before turning back to me with a devious smile. “Do you want to taste it, Atlas?” she asked, the pure definition of Eve tempting Adam with the forbidden.
Before I could answer, Ian cut in. “I told you before, wife, I don’t share.”
Dismissing me, she faced Ian with her hands on her hips. “Then take me somewhere and eat my pussy before I let someone else do it.”
He rose from the chair, towering over her. “Hellcat,” he growled just before bending down and hoisting her over his shoulder.
With a quick nod and a promise to see me later, he left. Leaving just me and Amara, who had covered her nipple but still leaned against the table.
I started at her feet and took in her body, unsure if I’d ever get enough.
“Want me to give you a real orgasm,” I asked when I met her eyes again.
“I’ve already had an orgasm,” she said like it was the only argument she needed to turn me down.
“Did you?”
“Trust me, I don’t fake coming for anyone—even customers.”
“I have no doubt,” I assured. Taking my time, I leaned my elbows on my knees and let her look at me—let her read the dirty things I wanted to do with her written all over my face. “I also have no doubt that you need a lot more than gentle nibbles and soft strokes to really come. What she gave you was a ripple in the water. I want to make you come so hard the ocean swallows you whole.”
Her eyes darkened, and I couldn’t wait to see how dark I could make them as I played with her body. Before, I’d barely seen anything in the shadows of night, pressing her up against the car. I needed more. I needed it all—to see every inch. My muscles clenched in anticipation, my mouth already stretching into a smile. She wanted me. She had to stop denying us. She had to say yes.
I was already trying to decide whether I would eat her pussy right there before taking her somewhere private or if I’d wait until I had her alone to fully enjoy her.
“I can’t.”
Her answer halted all plans like a record scratch. I blinked a few times to make sure I saw her correctly as she stood upright and started tying her top back together. Had I read her wrong?
Hell no. I know I hadn’t.
Was she really going to keep walking away? Why? Was she so stubborn?
“You want to, though,” I said, pulling her gaze back to mine.
She held my stare, and I held my breath. She had to say yes.
Except, again, she didn’t. She didn’t answer at all.
“I should go make sure all my customers are taken care of.”
She turned before she could watch my jaw drop—again—at her quick dismissal.
My mind scrambled to rearrange around her exit—rushing to come up with a solution. Part of me considered letting her go—finding another woman to fuck, but I hadn’t become the CEO of an international company by giving up—I sure as hell wasn’t giving up now. I would not let her do this again.
The round curve of her ass peeked out from under the frill of her costume with each step away from me. Before she made it too far, an idea hit me.
“One last thing,” I called out.
She turned slowly but didn’t come back.
“Are you performing tonight?”
“Yes.”
My smile grew slowly, victory already surging through my veins. “Good.”
I brought the last of my forgotten drink to my lips and took my time imagining all the things I’d be doing to that sweet ass later tonight.