Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 67211 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 336(@200wpm)___ 269(@250wpm)___ 224(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67211 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 336(@200wpm)___ 269(@250wpm)___ 224(@300wpm)
The door to his room swings open and he welcomes me inside first. My heart races when the sound of the door clicks shut, but I don’t have any time to think about that, because as soon as the door shuts, I’m pinned up against it, and he yanks one knee up and wraps it around him. The touch of his hand at my throat makes me shiver, I can breathe but barely. I take in a shuddering breath while his eyes bore into me.
“Mine,” he says, before leaning in to kiss me. I squeeze my knee against his hip, my pussy flush up against him, and when he brushes his lips against mine, he swallows my moan. I’m melting, liquid flesh and bones undone when I’m around him. A throb of arousal thrums between my legs, and I grind my hips against him. My skin prickles with warmth and heat, my pulse racing with excitement and anticipation. Flames flicker along my skin when he releases my mouth and takes my lip between his teeth, biting, claiming. Fingertips dig into my ass, so hard I know he’s claiming ownership.
I need this. I crave this. If he doesn’t make love to me, I’ll lose my fucking mind.
“You’ll dress appropriately,” he tells me in my ear.
“How—ohhh,” I moan as he slides his tongue along my collarbone and grazes it with his teeth. “How does one dress appropriately here?”
“I’ll buy you clothes,” he says, before he takes my ear lobe between his teeth.
“I have clothes,” I moan.
“Not anymore,” he responds. I shiver when his fingers tickle between my thighs, so close but not close enough. Rocking my pelvis does no good, as he slaps my ass good and hard for trying to make him touch me.
“Babygirl,” he growls. “When I punish you, I want you bared. Strip.”
I like that. Babygirl. Yeah, I like that a lot.
Letting me go, he crosses his arms and stands, feet planted, waiting for me to obey. This I can get into.
When I knew him before, our moments together were often stolen and hurried. Hushed conversations. Whispered promises. Intimate moments in the back of his car, behind locked doors, hidden and desperate.
Now, we have nowhere else to go, nothing else to do, but revel in each other.
I stand in front of him in the tiny skirt and top that I really did think was appropriate for here, holding his gaze with mine. The light hits the silver at his temples, and it makes my heart throb. His eyes, blue flecked with gray, so stern and piercing, look at me with a tenderness that makes a lump rise in my throat. I want to look away, but I couldn’t if I tried, held in that gaze. But when I slide the zipper down my hip, his eyes move downward, and I watch his Adam’s apple bob up and down as he swallows, the only indication he’s fighting for self-control. The fabric’s so tight, I have to forcibly push my skirt down, baring my naked ass and full hips.
If I ever doubted he was attracted to my figure, there is absolutely zero doubt in my mind now. The air in the room’s so electric, my own breath comes in short, ragged gasps, and my fingers shake when I reach for the hem of my top. I close my eyes and inhale. It’s got a built-in shelf bra, so once that’s off, I’m bare to him and I’m definitely not used to that yet.
I take my time, lifting the top so slowly my hands shake, wanting to tease him with slow, deliberate moves, but I can’t control this now if I tried.
“Jesus,” he whispers, a prayer and plea, “you’re a fucking goddess.”
I shake my head. God, I’m not. I eat too many French fries and I love chocolate chip cookies and I don’t work out enough. My boobs are nice enough but the rest of me’s just a tad too jiggly.
“Don’t you dare,” he rasps. “You contradict a damn word about how gorgeous you are, and your ass feels my belt.”
I close my eyes and let myself relish the heat of his threat. I squeal when I feel him right next to me, his hands on my shirt impatient and eager. I’m divested of my clothing in record time and lifted straight up off the floor. He tosses me, naked and squealing, over his shoulder, and marches to the bed, sitting heavily before he pulls me down and topples me right over his knee.
“You were taking too long,” he says. “I lost my patience.”
“You never were a patient man,” I respond. “Ow!” While I’m still flailing over his knee, his hand crashes down on the fullest part of my ass. I squirm and try to protect myself but with the ease of a master craftsman, he grabs my wrist and pins it to my lower back.