Total pages in book: 18
Estimated words: 15980 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 80(@200wpm)___ 64(@250wpm)___ 53(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 15980 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 80(@200wpm)___ 64(@250wpm)___ 53(@300wpm)
“Can we call for help?” When Raven gave me my tour of the building, she showed me the Fort Knox-level security records vault and assured me that there’s no way to get locked in. “Raven told me our cell phones won’t work in here, but she showed me how to use the emergency phone.” I can’t believe I just explained to him how his own vault works.
“You can try the phone, but I’d bet my yearly income that it doesn’t work.” Falcon doesn’t seem too concerned that we’re locked in an airtight safe. I rush over and pick up the phone to find he’s right. There’s no freaking dial tone.
“What are we going to do?” Sweat slowly rolls down my back as I contemplate our options. “Are we going to run out of oxygen?” I’m blurting out the questions as they pop into my mind.
“We’re going to wait my asshole siblings out.” As he glances down at me, his dark brown eyes fill with concern. “Don’t worry, hellcat. The vault has a kick-ass ventilation system, so we won’t run out of oxygen.” He runs his hand up and down my arm soothingly, but the gesture has the opposite effect on me.
My blood pressure shoots through the roof as my inner hussy begs me to jump his bones. When he leans his lips close to my ear and whispers, “I’ll take care of you,” I melt into a puddle of goo and barely hear the rest of his words. “We won’t be stuck in here long. Someone will come looking for us.” I’m not sure I want someone to find us.
I don’t resist when he takes my hand and leads me to the large black leather chair in the corner. As he sits down and pulls me into his lap, wicked fantasies flow through my mind. I’m pretty sure the huge bulge poking me in the rear end isn’t his car keys. My inner hussy takes control and the next thing I know, I’m wiggling in his lap.
Oh yeah. That’s definitely not car keys steadily growing harder against me. “If you keep wiggling your perfect little ass against me, hellcat, things are going to get out of hand.”
My inner hussy ignores his warning. I shut down all my doubts and decide to live in the moment. I scoot over a little and reach my hand between our bodies to run my hand over his huge erection. Falcon’s growl fills the room as I grow bolder and unzip his dress pants. When I slip my hand in and wrap it around his cock, he grabs my hand. “This is your last chance to stop. I’ve been dreaming about you for two goddamn weeks while you’ve been avoiding the hell out of me, and I’m about to lose my mind.”
“Me too,” I mutter. “I can’t think straight when you’re around.” Why did I tell him that? Oh yeah, my inner hussy is in control right now.
“Then don’t think at all,” he whispers against my lips. He kisses me and I forget everything except the feeling of him devouring my mouth. My head falls onto his shoulder as his tongue explores my mouth.
He shifts and drags me across his lap. I should be embarrassed by the thought of someone walking in on us, but his kiss is stealing my ability to think. When he unbuttons my blouse and pulls it out of my skirt, I lean up to help him out. He wraps his warm hand around my bra-covered boob, and I feel the heat of his touch through the silky material.
I don’t resist when he unhooks the front clasp and drags the two sides apart. Two weeks of fighting the intense chemistry between us comes to an end as I wiggle out of my blouse and bra. Sitting on his lap wearing nothing but my navy-blue pinstriped skirt feels right. He glances down at me, and I shiver from the heat I see shining from his dark eyes.
“Are you sure this is what you want? Once I have your sweet little pussy, I won’t ever let you get away from me.” His words should be a bucket of cold water to my face, but I’m too far gone to worry.
“Please shut up and kiss me again.”
He covers my lips with his and slips his tongue into my mouth. Our combined moans fill the soundproof room as he slides his hand under my skirt. His palm leaves little sparks of electricity along the way as he slowly touches every inch of my over-sensitized skin.
When his finger brushes across my slit, I almost self-combust on the spot. He pushes the material aside and runs his finger through my wetness. His maddeningly slow pace drives me nuts, and I wiggle around, attempting to encourage him to move things along, but Falcon ignores me and continues his exploration. He presses one finger into my wet opening, and I suddenly realize he’s about to figure out how inexperienced I am.