Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 84071 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84071 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
“Fine,” Nash concedes, “but save a dance for me.”
“Got it,” I assure him before looking at Caine, who is looking at me like he’s going to throttle me, and I didn’t even do anything. “So, what, five minutes is a good time?”
“Yes,” he confirms, turning and walking up the stairs toward the podium Nash was just standing at.
“I’ll see you guys later,” I tell the three of them, turning and rushing toward Barbara at the same time Caine’s voice comes through. “Five minutes,” I inform her. She nods her head and walks toward the black swinging doors.
I walk around the room on the outside, making my way over to my table, the dress swishing between my legs. I grab a glass of champagne, not listening to my head telling me it’s not a good idea. I down it in three gulps before making my way over to my table.
“Sit back and enjoy yourself.” I hear the last of Caine’s speech and then the applause when I finally get to my table.
“Hi,” I say, pulling out the empty chair in the middle of Kevin and Kayla. “Thanks for saving me a seat.” I look at Kayla, who smiles at me, but I can see the sadness in her eyes.
“You okay?” I ask her softly when I grab the linen napkin and place it on my lap.
“Yeah,” she replies, blinking quickly, “it’s fine.”
“We’ll have a couple of shots later.” I wink at her, and she finally laughs. “God knows I need them.”
“That you do,” she agrees as the food comes to us.
I push away from the table. “I’ll be back, I’m going to the bathroom.” I grab the silk handbag.
Making my way out of the ballroom, I head toward the small corner where there are two bathrooms side by side, men on the right and women on the left. I walk into the bathroom, taking a deep inhale now that the food is being served. Walking over to the sink area, I open my purse, taking out the small light-pink lip gloss and applying a soft coat to my lips. I turn to look behind me, making sure everything is still zipped up and in place before I pull open the bathroom door.
I take two steps outside and spot Caine coming out of the ballroom, almost as if he’s on a mission. His head is down, and when he looks up and spots me, he stops for a second, looks around, and then continues on his mission. “I was looking for you,” he declares in almost a whisper.
My breathing now comes in spurts. “Come with me.” He doesn’t even give me a choice or a chance to say anything. He slides his hand into mine, my fingers holding on to his. He walks over to the other side of the room, going down a long hallway that has closed doors. The only sound I can hear is my heart beating and the soft clicking of my heels. He tries to open one door and finds it locked before moving to another door, which is also locked. “Fuck,” he mumbles before moving to the last door, and it’s open. He pulls me through the door, and I get a glimpse of the room, showing it’s a small meeting room. The lights are dim, and I see chairs set up and then nothing else because Caine stands in front of me, blocking my view. He closes the little distance between us, pushing me with my back against the wall. My hands come up to his chest, and I can feel his heart beating just as fast as mine. “Grace.” He murmurs my name in a whisper. “Fuck.” He licks his lips, and that’s the last thing I see or hear because he closes the rest of the space and his lips are on mine. The sound of my purse falling onto the floor is drowned out by the sound of our kissing.
Unlike the last time, I’m dying for his kiss. Dying to feel his lips on mine again. Dying for his tongue to fight with mine. Dying for him to consume me. His tongue slides into my mouth and it’s almost as if I forgot how good it was, or I tried to talk myself out of telling myself how good it was. I taste the tartness of the whiskey on his lips as my hands move slowly up his chest to his neck before his hands go to the side of my ribs. My back arches, hoping he moves his hands and cups my tits. I fight with his tongue, going around and around, never wanting this kiss to end.
He lets go of my lips, moving down to my neck, sucking in, then biting, then kissing. “You drive me insane.”
My eyes try to flutter open to talk to him, but with his mouth on me, all I can do is take in the feeling of him. “You drive me more insane,” I mumble as my heart tries to come out of my chest. His lips find mine again, and for the second time, I want to jump him like a monkey. I want him to pick me up and slide into me. I want him like I’ve never wanted another person in my whole life. He lets go of my lips once more, going to the other side of my neck. “I can’t get enough of you,” he declares as he pushes deeper into me, making his cock rub over my stomach. My pussy aches for his touch, wanting him to duck his legs down just a touch so he can rub it against me.