Total pages in book: 54
Estimated words: 48700 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 244(@200wpm)___ 195(@250wpm)___ 162(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 48700 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 244(@200wpm)___ 195(@250wpm)___ 162(@300wpm)
"Whatever you say, boss man," she mutters, rolling her eyes as she slips past me. I let her get all the way to the door before I slam it shut, trapping her between it and my body.
Her breath hitches as I seam my chest to her back, letting her feel how fucking hard I am for her. Appropriate behavior for her new boss? Fuck no. Do I care? Also, fuck no. This girl is mine. I don't care why she's here. I don't care what she's after. So long as it ends with her in my bed, coming all over me, she can have whatever the hell she wants. And I'll break every rule I have to break in the meantime.
"If anyone tries to put their fucking hands on you, tell me, Toto. I'll remove the goddamn things myself."
"Toto?" she whispers, turning her head to peer at me over her shoulder. Of course she ignores what I said and the fact that I'm pressed up against her. Of course she does. "Really, Memphis? We've gone from Ozma to Toto now?"
"Damn right." I lean in close enough to feel her warm breath against my skin. "It fits you better, baby. You're sweet, innocent, cuddly, and fuckin' savage. Besides, the dog was the best part of the movie. Everyone knows that."
Her eyes narrow, a hint of amusement playing at the corners of her lips. "I guess that makes you the Wizard?"
"Sure." I run my nose up the side of her face, unable to help myself. Her scent makes my goddamn balls ache, but I keep my expression neutral, trying like hell not to let her see just how much she's gotten under my skin. "If the Wizard gets you and your little kitty too, baby."
She groans, pushing against me to create some space between us as she rolls her eyes. "You seriously need to work on your lines, Memphis. I've seen better material scrawled on the stalls in public bathrooms."
I press her harder against the door as my lips drift closer to her ear. "Keep rolling those pretty eyes at me and you're going to see just what kind of material I have, Kylie," I growl against her skin. "The next time you do it will be the last."
"Fine. Let me out so I can go earn my eighty thousand, boss man," she says, snark in her tone.
I wrap my hand around her hip, spinning her so her back lands against the door. Her wide eyes meet mine, her lips slightly parted. Whatever sassy fucking thing she was about to say dies on the tip of her tongue as she stares up at me.
Fuck. She's so goddamn beautiful.
I can't hold back any longer. A low groan rumbles from my chest as I close the distance between us, capturing her plump lips in a searing kiss that sets my blood on fire.
Electricity courses through my veins the moment our mouths meet. It's like a livewire, sparking and crackling with an intensity I've never felt before. My heart pounds against my ribcage as I press her harder against the door, my tongue delving past her parted lips to tangle with hers.
She tastes like honey and sin, sweet and addictive. I instantly want to drown in her.
My hands slide down her sides to grip her hips, my fingers digging into her soft body through the fabric of her jeans. I yank her against me, letting her feel the hard length of my cock straining against my zipper.
She gasps into my mouth. I swallow the sound, my fucking balls aching like a motherfucker.
Her fingers twist in my long hair, tugging me closer as she kisses me back with a ferocity that threatens to bring me to my knees. Fucking hell. I've never been kissed like this—like I'm a drug she can't live without. Like I'm the only thing tethering her to this dimension. It's intoxicating and terrifying at once.
I drag my mouth from hers before I lose the willpower to do it all. One kiss and I'm already fucked—addicted. Willing to do whatever it takes to make this girl mine.
"I mean it, princess," I murmur, touching my forehead to hers as I gently shift her away from the door and pull it open. "If anyone tries to touch you, let me, Jessup, or Venom know."
I'll fucking kill them.
"Okay," she whispers, reaching up to touch her lips, her eyes wide and dazed.
A bolt of protectiveness lances through me, followed by another surge of lust.
What is she doing to me? Jesus Christ.
I groan, practically throwing myself through the door into the chaos of the bar. But even with the noise surrounding me, all I hear is the sweet way she gasped when my mouth was on hers, and I know beyond a shadow of a doubt that I'm fucked.