Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 74398 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 372(@200wpm)___ 298(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74398 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 372(@200wpm)___ 298(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
“No.” She’d stay home until I returned. By the time I was done talking business, she would have been asleep for a few hours. But that wouldn’t stop me from waking her up for some action.
“Why not?”
“It’s just business. Nothing that concerns you.”
She turned her vicious gaze on me, clearly unhappy with that response. “What happened to where you go, I go? You just said it ten minutes ago.”
“An international trip, yes. What would I do without you? My cock isn’t going to want my hand now that it’s had your pussy.”
“I’m interested in your work. Don’t businessmen bring their mistresses everywhere they go? I thought having a pretty woman on your arm made you more powerful?”
I glanced back and forth between her and the road. “Why do you want to come so badly?”
“Maybe I just like being with you. I’m your girlfriend, aren’t I?”
It was just a label she demanded. I didn’t agree with the definition. “I don’t like it when people stare at you.”
“And the only way to prevent that is by keeping me locked up all the time? That’s not how I want to live, Conway.” She never expressed a threat, but a hint of it burned beneath the surface.
It was one of those times I regretted granting her freedom. “Fine.”
She smiled in victory then looked out the window.
Fuck, it turned me on when she bested me. My hand slipped between her thighs until I felt her cotton thong. My fingertips pressed against her clit, feeling that little nub I loved to kiss and grind against.
Her knees immediately came together as her breathing picked up.
“Open your legs.”
She didn’t obey, her bright eyes turning to me.
“Now.”
She parted her knees slowly, succumbing to the authority in my voice.
My fingers rubbed her harder as I kept my eyes on the road. Maybe I had to treat her like a free human being, but that didn’t apply at times like these. My fingers circled her clit, and within minutes, I felt her dampness spread through the fabric. Her breathing grew deeper, and she slowly ground against my fingers.
I loved feeling that pussy grow wet because of me.
I kept working her clit as we drove through the countryside and headed to my home outside of Verona. When we were five minutes from the house, her panties were totally soaked. She was whimpering like she wanted more, wanted me to give her enough to explode. If I kept going any longer, she would climax, and I would be subjected to the torture of listening to it.
I moved my hand back to her thigh, my fingertip wet from her arousal.
A quiet scream erupted from her throat. “Conway…”
“You can wait until we get home.”
She looked out the window, her eyes still heavy with sex. Then she dug her fingertips down the front of her thong and touched herself.
Jesus Fucking Christ.
Her head rolled back against the leather seat as she rubbed her clit aggressively, her breathing deep and rugged.
I gripped the steering wheel so tightly my knuckles started to ache. “Muse.”
With eyes closed and her mouth open, she said my name. “Conway…”
“Thinking about me?”
“Yes…”
I grabbed her wrist and tugged it away. “You can wait.”
“I don’t think I can. You started it, Conway. Now you better finish it…or let me finish it.”
I gripped her hand and felt the arousal against her skin. My skin was still wet from her slickness, so I felt the moisture between us. “You’re going to wait, Muse. If you’re going to undermine me, you’re going to have to pay for it in other ways…”
“How much longer?”
I glanced at the villa we just passed, recognizing the property because I’d been driving past it for ten years. “Five minutes.”
She growled under her breath.
“That’s what you get.”
“Do you torture all your women like this?”
All the other women in my life were one-night stands or short flings. They didn’t live with me or sleep with me for months on end. There was no need for torture because I didn’t have enough time to tease them. We were both anxious to fuck, so we fucked hard. “Just you.”
Muse wore a short black dress with the diamond necklace around her throat. Her hair was in loose curls over her chest, and the deep line plunging down the front showed a subtle hint of her tits. It was backless, the fabric covering her ass, but just barely.
I wasn’t sure if I should let her go out like that.
Not when her makeup was done so well, when her eyelashes were thick with mascara, and she wore a smoky look. Her lips were painted bright red, and her foundation made her already flawless skin look unreal.
Damn, she was fine.
Everything about her was perfect, from her hourglass frame to her slender feet. She possessed the kind of beauty that didn’t exist on this earth. She was made of godly qualities, like she was a Greek goddess who somehow wound up in the mortal world. An inner light seemed to shine out of her at all times. Despite her station in life and her struggle, she still held the elegance only a powerful woman could maintain. She had more strength than she realized.