Total pages in book: 20
Estimated words: 18990 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 95(@200wpm)___ 76(@250wpm)___ 63(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 18990 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 95(@200wpm)___ 76(@250wpm)___ 63(@300wpm)
He inhales sharply. “Where else?”
I swallow, trying not to think of Brent. He always acted weird about the fact that I wanted to be touched, that I wanted to touch him. “Between my thighs.” The three words are a whispered plea.
Michael’s fingers ghost along my thighs, rubbing slow circles. Now I’m wondering what it would be like to have him be my first. Like he’d want you.
He continues with his torturous circles until I’m spreading my legs, a clear invitation for him to go upward.
But Michael doesn’t rush. He continues the same motions on different parts of my thigh, the front and the back and the inside.
Finally, I provide a little coaching. Maybe he didn’t understand what I was saying earlier. “Higher.”
He stops massaging me but doesn’t move his hand from beneath my skirt. Instead he rests it on my thigh, his fingers warm and rough against my skin. “One rule tonight, Katie. I’ll decide when and how you take your pleasure.”
I gasp even as there’s a fresh surge of moisture between my legs.
I’m not sure if I’m willing to give him control. I’ve read about it. I’ve written twenty-seven stories about this sort of thing. Still, that doesn’t mean I’ve ever trusted someone else with my body. “But will I get it?”
“On my terms, but only mine.”
“So, I have no say in this?” Even as I ask the question, something about it excites me. I like the idea of surrendering, of having Michael be in charge of my body.
He moves his hands from underneath my dress. Then he tilts my chin up and his gaze drops to my lips. “You either trust me to satisfy you in every way or you don’t.”
I lick my lips. “I want that.”
He lowers his head, pressing his lips against mine. His kiss isn’t a gentle exploration. This kiss is fierce, demanding, possessive. As if he’s trying to brand me with his lips alone.
Tingles race down my spine and my muscles go weak, buckling against him. I’ve never been kissed with this much passion, never felt so consumed by a man in a single moment.
He puts his arms around me to steady me, his fingers digging into my curves. Then he growls, making a possessive noise in the back of his throat.
When he finally lifts his head, my lips feel swollen and my core aches. If my body responded to a kiss with Michael this way, then I can only imagine what the chemistry would be like if there were no clothes between us.
“We’re getting back to that massage now.”
His hands are under my skirt again, tracing me through the layer of my lacy panties. He runs his knuckle along them, creating just enough friction to make me wish this were skin-to-skin contact. But I know better than to give him instructions now.
He groans. “Tell me what color your panties are.”
My cheeks flame. He can’t actually expect me to answer that, can he?
Michael quirks an eyebrow when I don’t answer.
I drop my gaze to the pool deck, whispering, “White lace.”
“Before the end of the night, you’re going to show them to me. You’ll be standing in front of me in only your panties. Do you understand?”
I swallow and nod even as dread fills me. I can’t imagine he’ll like what he sees. But maybe that’s just something he’s saying. Something to get me off.
Then he slips his fingers beneath my underwear and traces my folds gently. He makes a strangled noise. “Fuck, you’re bare.”
“I like the way it feels,” I admit. I never imagined my boss would know I get Brazilians. The shame has me burying my head in his shoulder so he can’t see my face or know how deeply arousing this is for me.
He finds my clit, and he begins a steady rhythm of teasing me. He strokes twice then stops only to start again. The next time he does it, I’m coming against his hand and whimpering into his suit coat.
He continues to touch me, extending my pleasure again and again until one orgasm bleeds into the next.
When it finally ends, I give a shaky laugh and put my head against his chest. His heart is pounding as hard as my own. “I’ve never had anything like that.”
“The evening isn’t over,” his voice is a rumble beneath my ear.
The words fill me with delight. “Do I get to touch you now?” I don’t know how to touch him. But if I can make him feel half as good as he just made me feel, then I’ll be doing something right.
“No, you’re going upstairs to the VIP hotel room where you’ll take off your clothes except for those panties. I’ll be up there shortly to finish what we’ve started.”
Maybe he will be my first. The thought makes me feel giddy and nervous at the same time.