Total pages in book: 64
Estimated words: 62497 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 312(@200wpm)___ 250(@250wpm)___ 208(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 62497 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 312(@200wpm)___ 250(@250wpm)___ 208(@300wpm)
He nods and walks to the door and holds it open. I step out, and he locks it behind me and follows me to the stairs. I glance quickly at my neighbor’s apartment to see it’s still vacant. Kenzo says nothing as we descend the stairs and approach his bike.
“I’m wearing a dress,” I unnecessarily point out.
He takes his leather jacket off and holds it as he gets on the bike. I stand there staring at him until he looks back at me.
“Get on.”
“I’m in a dress,” I tell him again.
“Get. On.”
I huff as I take the helmet he offers me and manage to climb on. I’m sure I’m flashing him. “You said you had your period,” he says. I sit behind him, and he turns in his seat and places the leather jacket over my legs.
“I…”
“You have no underwear on.” His gaze flashes with heat.
“I lied.” He nods, and my cheeks flush. “I told you I didn’t want to get on that bike.”
He starts the bike, and before we move, he grips my thighs and, in one swift movement, pulls me tight to him so my legs are properly seated on either side of him.
“Don’t want that pussy to get windburn, do we?” I can hear a hint of humor in his tone.
He doesn’t wait for me to reply before he takes off.
And I hold on for dear life.
Eighteen
Kenzo
“Don’t you dare,” I warn her as she goes to get off the bike.
“What?”
“If you get off this bike and those men who are staring at us right now see up your dress, I will walk over there and put a bullet in each of their fucking brains. Do you hear me?”
“You are so temperamental. That’s my boss and clients.”
“I couldn’t care less,” I say, reaching back for her and pulling her to the side. Mayve allows me to move her without another word until I have her in front of me, straddling my lap.
“I could have gotten off on the other side,” she complains as I kick the stand down and slide off with her still in my arms. Her legs wrap around me tight, and I feel her heels dig into my ass. As soon as I’m standing, she unwraps her legs to get down, but I hold on by her ass.
“Where do you think you’re going?” I ask, leaning in until my face is buried in the side of her neck.
“Kenzo.”
“Hmm…”
“Put me down. This is so unprofessional,” Mayve whispers, but I can hear the husk in her voice. And the way her breathing picks up.
“Do you really want me to put you down?” I ask.
She seems to think on it longer than necessary before uttering, “Yes.”
I lower her slowly down my body, making sure her dress doesn’t ride up and give everyone a show but also making sure she feels everything on the way down. As soon as both her feet hit the ground, I reach for my jacket between her legs and lift it to my nose, taking a deep inhale.
Her eyes go wide. “Did you…”
“Smells like you,” I say. Leaning closer, I add, “Smells like you want me.”
I put the jacket on, and she shakes her head, sighing before turning and walking over to her boss and Marco. Marco nods at me before he turns to give Mayve his full attention.
I saunter over, hands in my pockets. When I join them, her boss tries to shake my hand. I nod at him, and he places his hand back at his side, then he lifts it again to place it on Mayve’s shoulder. She looks over at me, and those fucking eyes seem to say, don’t you dare. I bite my bottom lip, trying not to reach for my gun.
“You’re married. I so would have never seen that one coming,” Marco comments as Jeff says something to Mayve without moving his hand. “And in love,” he tacks on.
I ignore him and shift closer to Mayve, reaching for her. But I don’t get the chance to grab her as she offers me her hand. I give it a puzzled look and realize she’s trying to diffuse the situation. Before I can process it, she slides her hand in mine and pulls me to her.
“Jeff was telling me how I’ll get a sizeable bonus.” The smile on her face as she tells me that makes my anger lessen. But only a fraction.
“Your wife is the hardest and best worker I have on my team.” Jeff beams.
“Couldn’t agree more,” Marco says. “Now, let’s eat. I’m starving.”
Jeff and Marco walk ahead, and she pulls at my hand, indicating for me to stay put. When they’ve stepped through the door, she turns to me. Her finger lifts, and she gets really close as she points it at me. “This…” her finger waves between us, “is fake. You need to stop. If you ruin this job for me…” She huffs, and before she can say anything else, I act without thinking, my lips wrap around her finger, taking it into my mouth. I bite it, gently, circling my tongue around it. Those fucking devil eyes flick to her finger between my lips, and her mouth forms this perfect O. Like she can’t believe what’s happening. “I…”