Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22303 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 112(@200wpm)___ 89(@250wpm)___ 74(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22303 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 112(@200wpm)___ 89(@250wpm)___ 74(@300wpm)
“I am. It’s great to meet you as well.” The pleasure to meet you is all mine almost rolled off my tongue, but there’s no way I’m going to come off as a cringey older guy.
“Let me grab my purse and keys, then we can head out?” she asks, keeping her door open.
“Works for me.” This woman, she’s more beautiful than the picture. A photo did not do her justice, but damn if it doesn’t make me want to bend her over my knee and take my hand to her ass. She keeps holding her door open and gave someone their address before she met them. Yeah, I’m unimpressed. Noelle is too damn trusting. Her ass is too damn irresistible as she bends over, giving me an unobscured view of the perfect peach shape Noelle has going on. An ass I’m going to have dreams of biting, pinching, and slapping while she rides my face.
“I’m ready. Thank you for being patient while I made you wait. I promise I’m not usually this out of sorts,” she returns, keys in hand and making me swallow any words I was going to say. The red dress she’s wearing is molded to her skin and the exact same color of her lips.
“Not a problem. I got here a few minutes early.” I wait as she locks the door. The need to take the keys from her and do it myself is sitting heavy on my mind. Calm down, I tell myself. Don’t scare her off, go slow. The beast inside of me is begging to come out and play. The need to take care of Noelle isn’t something I’m used to feeling, and I’ve only just met the woman.
“I appreciate a man who is punctual.” I hold my arm out for her, waiting until I feel her fingers through the two layers of material I’m wearing. Fuck, I knew it. I fucking knew it. This woman is going to be mine by the end of the night. Permanently.
“Always.” We walk toward my car, taking careful steps in order to account for her wearing heels and a formfitting dress. She’s a good six inches shorter than me with heels on, and the last thing I want is for her to be uncomfortable while she tries to keep up with my longer strides. Jesus, maybe I should have taken a moment to readjust my dick, because he’s ready to make his presence known, and it’s far too early in the night to be thinking about all the ways her legs would look good wrapped around my waist. Soon, very fucking soon.
Chapter 5
Noelle
“So, I guess we should get to know each other a little before the event,” I say once we’re on the way to the hotel where my Mamá is holding the event. She goes all out every Christmas. I’m talking she rents a ballroom at a hotel, hires decorators, and while a little under one hundred people attend, she somehow manages to keep it intimate. Which means we need to be on our A-game. Mamá will absolutely take the opportunity to play twenty-one questions.
“Might not be a bad idea. This date was kind of thrown together at the last minute, and I’m not aware of the details.” I look over at Easton. We’re in his luxury SUV. The vehicle matches what he’s wearing perfectly. The exterior has black paint and black rims. The interior is much the same—black leather seats that quite literally cushion your body, black tint, and everything else you can think of inside is the same color. But it’s not his car that has me captivated. It’s him. The man is the epitome of male masculinity. There’s no denying he’s strong. I felt it when I took his arm, plus I’ve got two eyes that tell me without my body pressing against his. Easton has a mysteriousness to him. It’s in his warm chocolate eyes. I bet he’s full of deep meaningful conversations once he opens up. Then there’s his voice. It’s what panties melt from, deep with a rasp to it. My gaze is riveted to his side profile, watching him as he talks.
“I can go first?” I ask, uncrossing before recrossing my legs. Listening to him talk is doing entirely too much to my aching center, and if I’m not careful, I’ll do something to show him how interested I am in him. I shouldn’t be attracted to my hired date.
I shouldn’t be thinking about how his voice whispered against my skin would feel.
And I definitely shouldn’t think about what he’s wearing beneath his suit and how he’d use his body to pleasure me in bed.
“Please do.” My center pulses when I see his tongue sneak out, licking his full plush lips. His grip on the steering wheel tightens. His knuckles are white. Maybe the effect he has on me is similar to the one I have on him.