Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 82453 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 412(@200wpm)___ 330(@250wpm)___ 275(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82453 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 412(@200wpm)___ 330(@250wpm)___ 275(@300wpm)
On the crowded Manhattan sidewalk with the promise of the best night of my life ahead of me, Rook leans down and brushes his lips against my cheek. “I’ve never wanted anything more than this…than you.”
Desperate for more from him, I turn my head slightly, offering my mouth.
A long, deep, barely audible groan escapes him before his lips crash on mine.
Unable to control it, I let out a little moan. It’s faint, but I know he hears it because he parts my lips with his tongue as his hand glides down my back.
My hand jumps to the back of his head, fingers getting lost in his hair as he deepens the kiss even more.
My entire body is on fire, lit with a desire so extreme I fear I’ll combust from the inside out.
I pull back slightly, but only enough to whisper what I want, “Rook, take me to the hotel.”
“Yes.” His lips brush mine again. “I need that. I need you now.”
CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
Rook
I couldn’t keep my greedy hands off Carrie during the ride from the restaurant to this hotel.
We climbed back into the car she had just exited. The woman driving the rideshare was parked at the curb, waiting for her next job. I tossed a couple hundred dollars at her and practically begged her to take us to the Beaumont Hotel.
She happily agreed, and as I kissed my sweet little angel in the backseat, I sensed whenever the driver stole glances in the rearview mirror.
Who the hell could blame her? The most exquisite woman in New York City was sitting in her car.
Since my firm has a suite in the hotel, we bypass the front desk on our way to the twelfth floor.
Once we reach the bank of elevators, I stab a finger into the call button before I do it again.
“Even if you press it seventeen times, it won’t come quicker.”
Stealing a glance at Carrie, I chuckle. “What can I say? I’m eager.”
Her index finger traces a path over her chin. “Me too.”
I can’t say I’m surprised by her admission. Little moans of need were threading from her throat as I kissed her in the car. I had one hand on her hip and the other in her hair as I kissed her until we were both breathless.
As soon as the elevator dings its arrival, I take a step back, scooping a hand around her waist to take her with me.
She lets out another of those erection-inducing noises from her throat. If she’s this responsive when my hands are touching her with a layer of clothing separating us, I can’t fucking wait to hear her once she’s bare and I’m on my knees with my tongue in her pussy.
A man and a woman exit the elevator. They’re so engrossed in conversation that they don’t notice us. I don’t mind. I’m enthralled with the woman next to me, so small talk with strangers isn’t on my list of things I want to do tonight.
“Let’s get upstairs,” I whisper in her ear, luring her gaze back up to my face again.
She nods silently, her bottom lip trembling slightly. “Let’s go.”
I follow her onto the lift, pressing the button marked twelve before I turn to where Carrie is standing next to me. Her gaze is set forward, her teeth are tugging at the corner of her bottom lip.
“You’re nervous,” I whisper as we start our ascent to the floor where the suite is located.
She steps in front of me. Leaning her back into my chest she reaches for one of my hands. I offer it, and she presses it against her stomach. “A little bit, yes.”
I want to spin her around to make eye contact, but I settle for resting my lips against the shell of her ear. “I’ll be gentle.”
“I know,” she says. “You’ll take care of me.”
I want to circle her in both of my arms and promise her the world, but she’s only mine for the next few hours, and I intend to do everything in my power to cement a spot in her memory that no other man can ever claim.
I’m about to be this woman’s first lover, and even if it takes her forever to realize it, I’ll be the best she’ll ever have.
I have no doubt about that.
Carrie surveys the suite, taking in the expensive furnishings and artwork. I had nothing to do with the decision to sign a contract for exclusive access to this hotel suite for a span of ten years.
That was my mother’s doing when she was at the helm of Thorsen & Associates. Her reasoning was simple and held merit. Some of our wealthiest clients regularly travel to New York to talk their business with us. By affording them the convenience and comfort of this sprawling suite, we practically guarantee that they’ll keep us on retainer, and those fees alone are astronomical.