Total pages in book: 130
Estimated words: 131728 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 659(@200wpm)___ 527(@250wpm)___ 439(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 131728 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 659(@200wpm)___ 527(@250wpm)___ 439(@300wpm)
“It’s too soon,” Blake tells us. “Nobody is getting their hands on you this early. I’m making sure of it.”
Henley mutters something under his breath, and Antony throws his head back and laughs hard.
What is so funny?
Okay, I think I’ve been reading the room completely wrong. I thought Blake was into Chloe, but now, watching this interaction, I actually think he’s into Rebecca. It would make sense. He hangs on her every word.
Fuck . . . wait until Chloe finds out. Nothing is easy, is it?
There’s always a fucking problem.
I like Henley; Henley is an unobtainable asshole. Joel likes me; I don’t like Joel that way. Chloe likes Blake; Blake is a serial gangbanger who now also has a thing for our friend Rebecca whose husband is fucking his anal-hungry secretary.
Ugh . . . just thinking of this sordid web is making my head spin.
“I’m going to the bar.” Antony heads off in that direction.
Chloe sees someone she knows across the dance floor. “Back in a minute.” She dances off through the crowd toward them.
I glance back and lock eyes with Henley. In slow motion, his eyes drop to my toes and then rise up to rest on my face. He licks his lips as if imagining something.
My stomach flutters. I know that look.
It would be so much easier to get over him if the sex wasn’t so mind blowing. Our bodies were like the perfect jigsaw puzzle, fitting together in every way.
He filled every fantasy I ever had.
Dominant, powerful, and hung.
I get a vision of him holding my legs back, his thick cock, creamy with want.
The perspiration sheen on his muscular skin, the way his stomach muscles rippled with his thrusts.
The look in his eyes as he fed his body from mine.
My sex flutters at the memory.
Dear lord . . .
A thousand drinks and a million dirty thoughts later . . .
“Let’s dance,” Blake says. He grabs Chloe’s and Rebecca’s hands and pulls them onto the dance floor. My eyes flick over to Antony, who is talking to a group of men he knows by the bar.
“Alone at last,” Henley murmurs. His eyes linger on my lips, and without thinking, he adjusts the spaghetti strap on my dress. His fingers trail down my arm as he takes them away.
Goose bumps scatter up my arms at his touch.
I can’t stand this any longer. “What do you think about?” I ask him.
He frowns in question.
“You said you think about me a lot.”
“I do.”
“What do you think?”
He puts his mouth to my ear. “Dirty things.” His fingers trail a circle on my thigh as he stands close.
“Do you miss me?”
He leans closer. “Do you miss me?”
Arousal heats my blood at the feel of his touch, every cell waking from a dormant sleep.
“You know I do.”
His lips drop to my neck, and he kisses me there. “How do we get around this?” he murmurs against my skin. My eyes instinctively close.
The feeling of his large body towering over mine, standing so close that I can almost taste him . . .
This is primal.
The kind of physical attraction you only read about. I can’t fight it anymore; I can’t even pretend to want to.
“You kiss me,” I murmur.
His eyes hold mine, and he takes my face in one hand and licks my lips. The fire starts.
I feel it between my legs.
He puts his mouth back to my ear. “You’re all I can think about.” He bites my earlobe, and shivers run down my spine. “I dream of you in my sleep.”
“Like a nightmare?” I smirk.
“Exactly.” He grabs a handful of my hair and holds my face to his. The dominance of the act sends my pheromones into overdrive. “There isn’t a day goes by that I don’t fuck myself while I imagine it’s you.”
The sanity rubber band snaps, and I don’t care who sees us—I kiss him with everything that I have.
My tongue swirls against his. His hands snap around my behind as he holds me close.
And right here in the middle of the club, we forget where we are.
Kissing like our lives depend on it.
His hands drag me over his hardened cock in his suit pants, and I whimper.
It’s going to be so good.
“I need you beneath me,” he growls into my mouth as he bites my lip. “Right fucking now.”
“Let’s go,” I pant.
He grabs my hand and drags me out of the club, and once outside, he drags me around to the side alley and slams me up against the wall and kisses me again.
Like animals we dry hump each other, desperately trying to get more of each other in the shortest time possible. His hands slide up and down my bare legs. His thick erection nudges firmly against my stomach.
“You’re going to make me blow right here, baby girl.”
I stare up at him, lost somewhere between heaven and hell. He runs his hand up my thigh and under my dress. His fingers slip underneath the side of my panties, and he inhales sharply as he feels my creamy sex.