Total pages in book: 19
Estimated words: 17750 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 89(@200wpm)___ 71(@250wpm)___ 59(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 17750 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 89(@200wpm)___ 71(@250wpm)___ 59(@300wpm)
He grasps my hips with his big hands, his touch making me feel small and delicate.
“You’re driving me crazy,” he growls. He rocks against me, his arousal nestling my hip. Feeling Eric’s hardness creates an answering ache in my core, a need to be filled that’s so strong I want to cry.
“Please.” I try to rub against him, but it’s no use. Eric’s hold on my hips is too firm for me to move. I can only take what he’ll give me.
The elevator door dings, and Eric steps away from me. He pauses to adjust his slacks then takes my hand, threading his fingers through mine. Warmth spreads through me at the contact. He’s never held my hand before.
But I guess he’s not holding it now. He’s holding Miss Karma’s hand. I fight a wave of frustration that this is the way I got Eric. That I had to be in disguise to get him to make out with me like that.
He guides us through the halls until he comes to an exit door to the roof.
I pause. “Are we not going to a hotel room?” I can’t keep the disappointment from my tone.
“Not tonight.” He pushes open the door to the roof and I follow him onto it.
The roof is nothing like I expected. It’s more like a beautiful garden with green hedges, flowers, and a bubbling water fountain. Overhead, there are Edison bulbs lighting up the night and giving the garden a soft, romantic feel.
Just as striking as the garden is the skyline. The city of Asheville looks like a collection of twinkling lights.
I move closer to the edge of the roof, looking out into the night. “I’ve never seen anything so beautiful.”
“Neither have I.” Eric’s voice is a low rumble. His body heat is behind me, warding off the evening chill.
He puts a hand on my shoulder and the other under my chin, tipping my face upward. “Tell me what you want.”
“You. Naked. Sweaty.” I can’t believe the words came out of my mouth. I can’t believe I just admitted to my father’s best friend that I’m horny for him. But I can’t seem to stop now. “On top of me. In me. Filling me.”
Eric mutters a string of profanities. “Is that why you hacked me?”
“I wanted your attention,” I admit.
He stares at me. “Oh, you’re going to get my attention tonight.” The sternness in his tone has my stomach flipping, like I’ve sat on a rollercoaster. Only something tells me this will be a very different kind of ride.
My heart is pounding and all I can think about is how dark his gaze looks right now. It’s different than usual and some part of me hopes that’s because of me. “The drink I ordered was a wet pussy.”
He inhales sharply and skims his hand under the skirt of my dress. He palms my mound, rubbing in a slow circle before he drags his finger through my damp curls. “Tell me who got you this turned on, baby.”
I lean into his body and my eyes drift closed. I lose myself to the sensations of Eric’s fingers, the way it feels so good to have this man touching my most intimate area.
He moves his hand.
I open my eyes, making a whimper of protest.
He scowls at me. “When I tell you to do something, I expect you to do it. Now, who made you this wet?”
Shame and arousal fill me. I had no idea that Eric had this dirty side or that I would like it so much.
He arches an eyebrow, clearly waiting for my response.
“You,” I force the word from my dry throat. “You made me this wet.”
“Good girl. You do what I tell you and you get rewarded. But if you’re naughty, I punish you. Do you understand?”
I manage a nod as heat travels straight to my core.
“Now, I’m going to lick the sweet cream from your pussy. But you’re going to ask me to do it.” His tone is firm, demanding.
“I’ve never said anything like that.” I feel a blush stain my cheeks. “I don’t talk dirty.”
He grabs my chin and runs his thumb along it. “You do when you’re with me. Only with me.”
I swallow hard. “I’ve never been with…” I let the words trail away. Telling Eric I’m a virgin might be a turn-off.
Something in his expression shifts and he says quietly, “You’re safe with me. But if you want to call it quits here and now, that’s fine.”
I didn’t work my ass off learning how to hack just to stop now. Forcing the words out, I say, “Please lick the sweet cream from my pussy.”
The approval and arousal in his gaze fill me with pride. Without a word, he spins me around, drops to his knees, and lifts the skirt of my dress. Then he leans forward and runs his tongue along my center.