Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 90075 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 450(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90075 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 450(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
Awkwardness settled over us, which wasn’t anything new. We never fully relaxed around each other. Probably our own damn fault. We never talked, so how could we relax? We were practically strangers.
“I guess I’ll see you soon.” His gruff voice made my hair stand on end.
Before I could over analyse what he meant, he disappeared through the door and slammed it closed.
I sat there, heart bucking. What did he mean by that? ‘See me tomorrow’ soon or ‘see him at the big top’ soon?
Good lord, you need help.
There was no way in hell Nick Davis was going to a circus full of sex. No way. Hell would have to freeze over first. He’d actually have to get an erection, and I seriously doubted he even had a cock in his trousers, even if I had spied a sizeable bulge before he stalked out of the door.
Dammit!
Closing my book, I rubbed my face.
This was ridiculous.
Turning twenty-four had broken something inside me.
Maybe I should go to bed early. Would that cure my affliction? I could even use my vibrator while Nick wasn’t in the house.
I could get rid of this hot and bothered nonsense and go to bed like a good little girl.
Leaping to my feet, I hugged my book.
Good plan.
Excellent plan.
So why the hell was that half-naked carnival guy parading around in my thoughts again? The sledgehammer flung over his shoulder and that naughty little wink drawing me in like a stupid prey to a dangerous predator.
Just the knowledge that the big top was only a ten-minute walk away made my blood burn with need. It wasn’t even about sex at this point. It wasn’t even the fact that I hated myself for getting so boring that I hadn’t celebrated my birthday.
It was about freedom.
Being free, if only for one night.
Living an ultimate fantasy with no one to judge or condemn me.
Just one dirty night where I could be someone other than a lab rat with no life.
The heavy book thudded against the floor as I gave up.
Running down the corridor, I burst into my room, my mind full of images of me strolling into the big top in my white lab coat with high kitten heels and nothing else.
For one night, I would pretend.
For one night, I would indulge in things I never let myself consider. I would explore the parts of me that grew hot and bothered under my sheets at night. I would indulge in the curiosity of what it would be like to kiss another girl. To be dominated by a man...possibly two. To have my every power stripped so I was nothing more than a vessel to take whatever my lover wanted to give me.
What was so wrong with that?
What was so bad about a night of sensory overload; a physical, visceral, sexual overload.
I was old enough to choose.
Old enough to embrace my secret perversions.
And boy, did I want a ticket to that.
My hands shook as my heart thundered against my ribs. My white dresser wobbled as I wrenched open the top drawer where skimpy lingerie that I’d bought myself in a moment of self-pity waited. I used lingerie to make myself feel powerful. And this set...it promised magic.
Soft pewter silk embossed with black lightning bolts graced the lacy bra and tiny see-through thong. They weren’t exactly underwear for support or a hard day at the office. They were purely for driving a man wild or granting feminine strength beneath a good girl’s clothes. A bit like Superman in his flying suit—I was Superwoman in my G-string.
Tossing them onto my cream bedspread, I darted down the corridor to the bathroom. I didn’t bother closing the door. I stripped, climbed into the shower, and had the quickest wash and shave of my life.
Nerves scattered down my spine as I wrapped a towel around myself and padded back to my room. Even though Nick wasn’t here, his harsh telling-off still made my nape prickle at the thought of him finding me half-dressed again.
Rebellion filled me and my chin tilted up.
I refused to let him make me doubt my own self-worth anymore.
I had a good body. I worked hard for it every day that I ran. I wouldn’t hide away just because he couldn’t stand the sight of a little skin.
Dropping my towel, I paraded naked into my bedroom and headed to my very lacking wardrobe. I didn’t really have anything sexy to wear. Working long hours meant I favoured leggings and jumpers. But I did have a little black dress in the back.
Slipping into my sexy underwear, I shivered as I stepped into the dress and contorted myself to secure the zipper. Every twist sent firebolts of awareness through my nipples, the satin of the bra amplifying every sense.
Dammit, I hadn’t even left my house yet and I was more turned on than ever.