Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 88536 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 443(@200wpm)___ 354(@250wpm)___ 295(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88536 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 443(@200wpm)___ 354(@250wpm)___ 295(@300wpm)
“Your meal for tonight hasn’t even started,” he assures, and I snap my attention to his arrogant, dimpled smile.
“Anyway, it was Will’s idea for Alina to hit on my husband, and I’m a smart woman, so I’m mad at Will, not Alina.” Her gaze falls to him, and I can’t help but smile. I’m certain Anya is the type of person who, if you cross her even once, will never forget it. But Will continues to wear that shit-eating grin.
“Come on now, love, don’t be mad. I had River first and let you have him,” Will says to Anya, intentionally stirring her. She reaches for her glass of water and puts it to her lips, then looks to her husband.
“I’m always yours, darling. No one else’s. You know that.”
“Pretty little lies,” Will says, shaking his head. Honey offers him a glass of red wine. He takes it, and then his gaze is back on me. I swallow, staring back at him. Tingles erupt over my skin and my dress is feeling too tight. I want it off.
Stop. I look away. How can he have this much hold over me? I told him we were only fucking once. That’s it. So why am I acting like some feral cat in heat?
Everyone is reaching around the table and talking. I casually listen in on conversations, but my full attention is on the man sitting beside me, who has barely removed his gaze from me since he sat down.
Will leans in, his hot breath ghosting over my shoulder. “You look lovely tonight.”
When I turn my head, his lips are close to mine, and I inhale sharply.
He’s always been this imposing, hasn’t he?
“Thank you,” I reply, somewhat clipped. Anyone would think I’m mad at him for not contacting me for the last two weeks. Am I?
“Have you missed me?” His hand slides under the table and over my thigh. I try not to make my surprise obvious to the rest of the table.
“I’ve been busy.” Fuck, he smells good. I’m hyper-focused on his hand as it trails over my silk dress and higher up my thigh.
“That wasn’t a no.” He smirks. I’m conscious of his wandering hand, which is making me all sorts of hungry—and not for food.
His hand pauses for a moment before it continues its path, and I feel powerless to stop him. I don’t want to stop him. I guess he was giving me a chance to push him away or tell him no, and I did neither of those things.
Suddenly, his hand changes direction and moves down to my knee. When he reaches the hem of my dress, he pulls it up, then slides his warm palm up my bare thigh.
“How long do you think until you’re finished with the shop?” Rya asks, and I slam my hand on top of Will’s, trying to keep my expression neutral.
“If everything goes to schedule, in about two weeks.”
“And do you plan to go back to London?” she asks. He squeezes my thigh a little tighter and ignores my hand as his fingers continue to trail between my legs. I’m acutely aware of the moment he begins to stroke the outside of my panties.
Fuck me, this man wants me to soak this fucking chair.
“Yes, I booked my flight already,” I squeak.
“You did?” Will asks, and I turn to look at him.
“Yes, I did.” I avoid looking down where his hand is under the table and up my dress.
“Well then, I guess you’re coming with me tonight.” He pulls his hand from between my legs, offering it to me as he stands. I’m staring at him, confused, trying to avoid everyone else’s questioning looks and raised brows. “If we only have two weeks left to fuck, we’re leaving now, milady.”
“We can’t just leave now; we’ve barely eaten.” I roll my eyes at him, then glance around the table. Everyone is waiting for me to answer, and no one seems overly surprised. I forgot who I’m sitting with here.
“Yes, and I would like to eat as well. So, please stand up, and let’s get going. I can’t continue to slide my hand up your dress under the table all night when I know what’s underneath.” My cheeks go pink at his words, and Honey chuckles.
How the fuck can I stay after he’s announced that to everyone?
I stand, and Will immediately grabs my hand.
“Thanks for dinner.” Will waves at everyone before all but dragging me out of the restaurant.
CHAPTER 28
Will
The minute we’re out of the restaurant, I push her up against the wall and my hands are on her. She doesn’t stop me and or pull away when my lips smash against hers.
No, she kisses me back—feverishly, hungrily, and demandingly.
Her hands come up around my neck, and she holds on, her bag hitting my back as I assault her with my fucking lips, my body pressed up against her.