Total pages in book: 100
Estimated words: 97331 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 487(@200wpm)___ 389(@250wpm)___ 324(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97331 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 487(@200wpm)___ 389(@250wpm)___ 324(@300wpm)
“There is something I’d like, now that you mention it.”
Gabi spun around and looked up at me. She searched my face until our gaze locked. I could get lost in those eyes for hours on end.
“Nic, I’m not the type of girl who falls into bed with a guy I hardly know. I need you to know that.”
Lifting my hand, I twirled a piece of her hair with my finger. “I’m not asking to sleep with you, Gabi.”
She quirked her brow up.
“Don’t get me wrong, I’d love to fuck you, but I’m a patient man.”
“Nice,” she said with a smirk.
“What I’d really love is for you to fall apart on my fingers. Will you let me make you come, Gabi?”
“Oh my,” she whispered as she grabbed onto my upper arms. Leaning in closer, I licked my lips.
“Nic,” she gasped as I pulled her closer to me. “I . . . I don’t know.”
“Tell me you’ll let me touch you, Gabi. I want so badly to touch you.”
Her mouth parted slightly as I ran my finger along her collarbone and straight down her chest and through her cleavage. Gabi gasped and held onto my arms tighter.
“You’re so damn beautiful. Do you know that?”
Her eyes closed as I moved my hand and cupped her breast through her dress. It took every ounce of strength not to rip the damn thing off and bury my face between those perfect tits.
Backing her against the wall, I slowly moved my hand down and under her short black dress. Her body shuddered and I couldn’t help but catch my own breath. Her skin felt like silk.
I lifted her dress and felt her body tense.
“Do you want me to stop, prinkipissa?”
As fast as her body tensed, it relaxed. Her eyes caught fire, and I was positive if I went further she’d let me. But I wanted to move slow with her. Honor and give her the respect she deserved. Well, I had my goddamn hand up her dress, maybe I wasn’t being so respectful. And in that moment, I didn’t give two shits.
My lips moved to her neck where I placed soft kisses and repeated my question.
“Do you want me to stop?”
“W-what . . . what did you . . . call me?” she gasped between breaths.
Smiling, I spoke against her ear. “Prinkipissa. It means princess.”
“Oh, you’re good.”
With a light chuckle, I trailed my hand up further, brushing my fingers against the lace fabric of her panties.
Slow. Go slow.
Inhaling a breath, Gabi pushed her hips out, silently begging for more.
I fought the urge to rip her panties off. With slow movements, I slide my hand barely inside. The hint of hair leading me to the prize I was after.
Beep. Beep. Beep.
My heart dropped as I said, “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.”
MY BREATH WAS labored as I pushed my hips into Nic’s touch. I felt like a slut, silently begging this man I had only met hours earlier to touch me. I’d never needed to orgasm as bad as I did right then. His touch drove me insane.
Wildly insane.
Then his pager went off, and it felt as though a gallon of cold water had been poured over us.
“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.”
Nic rested his forehead against mine as I desperately tried to catch my breath. He pulled his hand out and rested it against the wall, next to my head.
So. Close.
I was so close to having a real orgasm. Okay, I’ve had real ones with BOB, but one with an actual man present would be nice.
“I’m so sorry, Gabi. Damn it. I’m so sorry I’m leaving you hanging. Do you want me to finish?”
Yes! Yes, I want you to finish!
“No. It’s totally okay.”
His eyes turned dark. “It’s not okay.”
I swallowed hard.
He leaned in and kissed me. When he pulled back, his eyes were filled with nothing but lust. “Don’t make yourself come.”
“Excuse me?”
Stepping back, Nic pulled out his beeper and looked at it, then looked back at me. “I don’t want you to touch yourself. The next time you come will be because I’m the one who makes you fall apart into a million pieces.”
My eyes widened in shock and I couldn’t help but laugh. Nic stared at me with a deadpan expression.
Holy shit. He’s serious.
“Wait. Are you serious?”
Pulling me against him, I felt his hard dick pressed to my stomach. I found myself loving the alpha vibe he put off. That was something I’d never experienced before and I wanted more. The idea of waiting for him to finish what he started shot my libido even higher up.
Gulping, I whispered, “I promise I won’t.”
He smiled and my knees went weak. “That’s my girl.”
My girl? My lower stomach pulled with desire at his possessive tone.
When he released me, my head was spinning and my heart raced. “I’ve got to go. Tomorrow I have off. Are you free?”