Total pages in book: 56
Estimated words: 54062 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 270(@200wpm)___ 216(@250wpm)___ 180(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 54062 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 270(@200wpm)___ 216(@250wpm)___ 180(@300wpm)
“I’ll take a hard pass. How does that sound?”
“That sounds like a no,” he says, and before I can say anything else, he leans down and swoops me up. Throwing me over his shoulder, he carries me through the crush of bodies. I thump his back to let me down, but it doesn’t work. I lift my head to see Rylee is waving and smiling at me as I go. He pushes through the crowd to the exit, and the cold night air hits my bare legs.
“Put me down before everyone sees I’m not wearing panties,” I tell him.
He slides me down his front, one hand on my dress, being super careful to not let it ride up. “Now, where were we?” Greedy hands reach for me again, and I welcome the warmth, even when I shouldn’t, as he cups my chin in his hand. “Yours or mine?”
“Who was that girl?” I ask.
“Nobody,” he answers, as our eyes lock on each other. He stares, blinks, and doesn’t look away.
“Who was she?”
Beckham pulls back, and my body is cold from the loss of him.
How fucking ironic.
“I told you, she’s nobody.”
“So, you fuck a lot of nobodies then?” I ask, hand going to my hip and jutting it out to one side. “Do you think I’m that stupid? That I don’t know you’re fucking her?” I ask, giggling. “You can fuck who you want, but why not just say so?”
“Because I fucked her once, and she won’t leave me the fuck alone. Now, can we end this? It’s getting cold, and your bed is getting colder the longer we stand here.”
“You think you’re real smooth …” I say, the cold air sobering me up just a little bit more.
“Well, I am.” He reaches for me again and pulls me in fast so that I have to put my hands on his chest to stop myself from crashing straight into him. “It’s cold. Let’s go.”
“You mean before I change my mind,” I say, pulling back as he reaches for the keys in his pocket. He grabs hold of my hand and starts walking, and I blindly follow the lion like a lost sheep.
“That won’t happen. You like the way I fuck you. Plus, tonight I plan to have dessert, then fuck you, too.” He stops at his car, and I look at it, my eyes going wide. I’ve seen this car, know it’s his car, but have never been in something so expensive in my life. My hand reaches out to touch it—I could never afford anything like this in my life. Ever.
Growing up, we didn’t have a lot of money, but we weren’t poor either. My parents were careful with how they spent their money, and buying something like this to them would seem a waste.
“She’s a real beauty, isn’t she?” he says as I lift my hand away from his car. When I turn to face him, I wonder if he was talking about the car or me because his eyes are glued to me, and I can feel the heat radiating off him. But that couldn’t be possible. That would mean he was giving me a compliment, and when the hell does he ever do that.
“I guess so,” I say as he pulls open the car door and I slide inside. My phone buzzes as he rounds the front of the car. It’s Shandy and Rylee, both messaging me with emojis. I laugh and slide it back into my purse as he climbs in. After starting the engine, his hand goes to the gearshift, and he pulls out. I watch, fascinated. He makes driving look hot. The veins in his arms pulse and he clutches the gearshift hard.
We don’t speak, and the few times he glances my way, his smirk sits on his lips. Until we get to my place. He gets straight out like he knows what I’m thinking and opens my door, offering his hand.
I shouldn’t be sleeping with my boss.
Again.
But I just can’t seem to say no.
Again.
Beckham follows me to my front door while I grab out the key and unlock it. The minute the door is unlocked, I feel him behind me as he pushes me in, his body at the back of mine, and he reaches for my purse, dropping it to the floor as he kicks the door shut behind him. Hands slide up my bare arms, sending goosebumps all over my skin, then slip to the middle of my back and unzip my dress so it falls and pools on the floor at my feet.
I’m naked, apart from my panties, which I might add I am wearing even though I said I wasn’t because I wanted him to put me down. He has no trouble sliding a finger through the side string and pulls them down with a smirk at the realization that I do, in fact, have them on. Turning me as he does, I’m now standing in front of him, and he drops to his knees then kisses my belly button.