Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 97944 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 490(@200wpm)___ 392(@250wpm)___ 326(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97944 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 490(@200wpm)___ 392(@250wpm)___ 326(@300wpm)
“Thirsty?”
I smile. “The wine must be making me warm. Dinner was great, by the way.”
“I’m glad you liked it. And I’m really glad you called.”
“Me too.” My phone buzzes, and I open my clutch to peek at the screen.
Tate: Do you really think he knows how to handle a woman like you?”
I look around but don’t see him.
“Everything okay?” Vince chimes in.
“Yes. Work stuff. So, what do you do outside of work?” I shoot off a quick reply.
Me: Gonna find out and let you know.
My phone dings again, and as much as I don’t want to check it, I do.
Tate: What could he possibly do to please you with those tiny hands. You have a better chance with your pink rabbit at home.
My lips part. How does he know about that? My vibrator is none of his business.
Tate: Are you wet right now?
I am not answering that question. I slam my phone down. “Sorry. Work again. Someone didn’t show up, and they want me to come—to work. I’m not, though. Working.” Jesus.
“No problem. Do you have to go?”
“No!” Why did I just yell that? “No. I’m all yours.”
My eyebrows crease at the buzzing sound. “Sorry,” I say and look at my phone.
Tate: Slide your finger inside your skirt. Touch yourself and tell me if you’re wet for him or me.
I’m going to murder him. The waitress asks us if we need anything else, and Vince requests the check.
“Still interested in drinks?” he asks.
More buzzing.
“Yes, absolutely.”
Tate: Have fun imagining it’s my tongue sucking your sweet clit—if he knows where to find it.
My insides are on fire, and when we stand to leave, I’m wobbly on my feet. Vince cups my elbow, and we walk through the restaurant. My phone buzzes again.
Tate: Tell him you’re tired and going home.
I want to tell Tate to fuck off, but I can’t. And I won’t. As we step outside, I turn to Vince. “Thank you so much for dinner, but I’m exhausted. Maybe I had too much wine.”
“Oh, that’s okay. Do you want a ride home?”
“No.” I point over my shoulder to Tate leaning against his SUV. “My roommate is here.”
Vince eyes him, a glint of annoyance in his gaze, but remains passive about why my roommate is conveniently hanging out outside the restaurant. “Ah… okay. Thanks for tonight. I had a really good time. I’d love to do it again whenever you’re free.”
“Me too.” I return his smile, and he leans in, placing a gentle kiss on my cheek.
“Have a good night, Mindy.”
“You too.” I slowly make my way toward Tate. He doesn’t say a word as he opens the passenger side door. We don’t speak on the way to the hotel, and the silence is electrifying. By the time we enter the penthouse suite, I’m ready to rage. I slip off my heels as the door shuts behind him. He stops in front of me, and I finally break the silence. “You have one chance to make this right. And that would be to fuck me. Not take care of me, protect me, coddle me. I want to be fucked. Hard, fast, deep. If you don’t, I swear on all that’s holy—”
I don’t finish my threat. Tate takes control, giving me exactly what I demand. His tongue slides past my lips, hot and hungry. The taste of mint and everything Tate sends a ripple of pleasure to my core. His hands, large and strong, cup my ass, and he lifts me off my feet. Walking through the living room, he drops me on the kitchen island. “Lay down,” he growls. The moment I do, he pushes up my miniskirt and hisses at the fact that I’m not wearing panties. “You better not have fucking planned on going home with him.” His head disappears between my thighs, and he mercifully licks along my slit as two fingers enter me. His tongue flicks my clit, and I cry out in pleasure. “Who’s this for, Minds?” he purrs against me, sliding his fingers as deep as they will go.
“Tate, please…” Digging my fingers into his hair, I arch my hips and thrust against his face, already so close to coming. “More. Fucking more,” I rasp out. God, he’s so good at this. My legs quiver around his face. Heat coils in my core. He slips a third finger in, and I shake against his mouth.
“That’s right, come on my tongue, baby.” His tongue plunges deeper inside me. I can’t catch my breath. My heartbeat hammers in my ears as my orgasm stretches on. “Fuck, you taste too sweet.”
He doesn’t stop. I think he’s trying to kill me. Another orgasm starts to build when he finally pulls away, tearing at his shirt and jeans. His cock springs free, and I bite my lower lip at the sight of him. “I want nothing more than to watch you deep throat my cock, but I need to fuck you.”