Total pages in book: 189
Estimated words: 174749 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 874(@200wpm)___ 699(@250wpm)___ 582(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 174749 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 874(@200wpm)___ 699(@250wpm)___ 582(@300wpm)
“You’re not punching each other, so I guess that’s a good sign,” I tell them, leaning against the marble wall as I wait for the elevator.
“Smart as always, Senator,” Liam says in a mocking tone, folding his arms over his chest. I open my mouth to respond, but I’m cut short by the sudden ding of the elevator doors; they open and the three of us step inside. I press the button to my floor, and in a couple of seconds, we’re being carried all the way to the top.
“So, what’s this all about?” I start, anxiety making me eager for answers. I look from one to the other, my heart beating fast as I realize I’m all alone with them.
“This… This is about doing the right thing,” Carter says, taking one step toward me. I look him in the eyes, not really sure of the meaning behind his words. I turn to Liam, but he simply nods at me, agreeing with Carter.
“And what’s the right thing, Carter? Tell me, because I’m dying to know.” Without a single word, he leans into me, slowly closing the distance between our mouths, and presses his lips against mine. I don’t move as he comes for me, my eyelids drooping by instinct. “This is the right thing,” he whispers, pulling back from me. I don’t even have the time to think about what’s happening: as Carter pulls back, Liam comes closer and lays his lips against my neck, one hand resting on my waist.
“The right thing,” Liam repeats Carter’s words, his lips close to my ear. “You were right, Vivian… It’s different when we’re together.” I want to ask them about New Kingston, about the factories and the jobs, but I can’t seem to put the words into a coherent sentence. It seems that politics will have to take a backseat for the time being.
“Are you sure…?” I whisper, looking from one to the other as my pussy grows wet. God, I just want to hold them both and have their bodies pressed against mine… But I have to make sure they know what they’re doing. That we aren’t just digging a bigger hole for ourselves.
“I’ve never been more sure in my entire life,” Carter says, leaning into me and kissing my neck. I close my eyes and sigh, the lips of both men caressing the soft skin on my neck.
“We want you, Vivian,” Liam whispers, placing his hand over my knee and sliding it upward to the hem of my slim fitting skirt, his fingers moving under the narrow cut. “We want you bad.”
“You have no idea how I wanted to hear that,” I purr, my eyes still closed as I throw my head back and let both men kiss my neck.
“I think we have a pretty good idea,” Carter says, his hand resting on my hip. I’m almost oblivious to the outside word and, if it weren’t for the loud ding of the elevator doors opening, I would just let them take me right here.
They let go of me almost immediately, and I step into the hallway, my mind blanketed by a mental fog. My hands are trembling as I reach inside my purse, looking for the keys; cursing under my breath, I finally find them. I try and get the right one inside the keyhole, but excitement is running so high inside my body that all I manage to do is scrape the opening without getting the key inside. Carter places his hand over mine, and steadying my fingers, we get the key in and turn it. The three of us step inside my apartment in a hurry, Liam slamming the door shut behind us.
“Finally,” I whisper, turning my attention to the men behind me. The same grin is in their face, almost as if they are thinking of the same. Before I can even blink, they are on me, pressing me against the wall as their mouths fly straight to my neck again. I let go of my briefcase and purse, allowing them to fall on the floor with a dry thump. My hands now free, I run them through their hair, my head thrown back as I sigh heavily.
I’m ready to let them fuck me right here, against the wall, but Carter grabs my hands and guides me down the corridor. We get as far as the living room, and then he pushes me toward the leather couch at the center; I fall back, the leather shifting under my weight.
“I’ve been wasting time,” Carter whispers, as much to himself as to me. A smile dawns on my lips, his words are assurance that we’re doing the right thing. Liam is standing next to him, and without taking his eyes off of me he bumps his elbow against Carter’s arm.