Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 24314 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 122(@200wpm)___ 97(@250wpm)___ 81(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24314 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 122(@200wpm)___ 97(@250wpm)___ 81(@300wpm)
If Braden wants to keep me here for the next two days, that’s exactly what I’m going to do… make myself at home.
And we need to get some things straight. I have some rules of my own. If he thinks he can push me around, control what I do until after the dinner, he’s got another think coming.
He’ll find out soon enough that I’m not the type of woman to bend easily, no matter how attractive a man is. And a part of me thinks that’s what he’s used to, women who surrender to him, submit to whatever he wants.
I’m the complete opposite, and he’ll figure that out, maybe even regret taking me to this dinner.
I hear the bathroom door open and I push myself up, keeping my hands behind me and bracing my upper body. Steam billows out from the bathroom as he steps out, a white, plush towel wrapped around his waist, his chest on display, I feel myself suck in a breath of air.
Braden’s chest is hard and muscular with a rippling six-pack, defined pectoral muscles, and biceps that would have me weak in the knees if I wasn’t already sitting down.
He saunters out and heads toward the bag he brought with him. All I can do is sit here and stare at him.
I lick my lips, my throat feeling dry and tight. “We… we have some things to discuss if I’m gonna be here for the next two days.” I try to sound strong, but my voice comes out soft, almost weak. I swallow, trying not to gawk at his body, but it’s nearly impossible.
He looks over his shoulder at me with an eyebrow raised. “Then talk,” he says nonchalantly. He faces me, and it takes all my will power to stare at his face.
I open my mouth, not sure exactly where to start, or what to say, but before I can say anything, he reaches down and drops his towel. On instinct, I lower my gaze. A small gasp escapes me as I stare at the massive dick hanging between his legs. He’s long and thick, not even aroused, but he’s big enough that I can only imagine how much larger he gets when he’s sporting an erection.
I curl my hands into the comforter beneath me and slowly lift my gaze up, following the trail of dark hair that stops right below his navel, continuing up until I look into his eyes.
The gorgeous bastard is smirking.
“You wanted to talk?”
Braden
Controlling my erection with Macy’s gaze on my cock might be my greatest achievement. I have to let her think I’m not desperate to have her. But fuck, the truth is I am. It’s like she’s entered my blood stream, made me addicted to her. I can’t stop thinking about her.
“Could you put some clothes on first?” she mumbles, her cheeks shining bright.
She’s definitely not so cocky now. I like that I fluster her.
“You sure you want me to do that?”
“What does that mean?” she asks.
“The way you keep staring at my dick makes me think you’d rather I stay just like this,” I goad her.
“I just haven’t seen one that … small before,” she says, victory shining in her eyes.
I smirk. She’s got a sharp tongue on her. “That must explain why you’re drooling.”
“I am not. You really need to get over yourself, Braden.”
I step closer to her and she leans back. I, of course, move in closer. I let the tip of my index finger slide along her bottom lip. She jerks her head away like my touch burns. Maybe it does. God knows the heat from her makes me feel like I’m burning alive.
“I guess your lips are just naturally wet then,” I tell her. She narrows her eyes at me and I find myself leaning down over her. “I’d be careful about the looks you give me, Macy. I take them as a challenge, and I’m the kind of man who loves a good challenge,” I warn her.
“It’s not a challenge, Braden, it’s disgust.”
“Are you used to boys instead of men?” I ask her, sounding bored, yet I’m anything but. I feel like my entire body is electrically charged. I haven’t felt this alive in … well, ever. Business has turned me into a man that’s bored and cold most of the time. I sure as hell don’t feel bored right now.
“What are you talking about now?”
“I’m saying I’m a man, and I can tell when a woman’s body is responding to me,” I respond confidently. “You’re turned on right now, and don’t insult us both by denying it.”
I sit down on the bed beside her and it’s all I can do to keep from laughing when Macy grabs a pillow from behind her and slaps it down on my lap.
“I refuse to talk to you with that waving between us,” she mutters.