Total pages in book: 50
Estimated words: 47187 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 236(@200wpm)___ 189(@250wpm)___ 157(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 47187 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 236(@200wpm)___ 189(@250wpm)___ 157(@300wpm)
He gives me a deep laugh. It’s a little smooth, like really good booze.
“I created an app, and it did well, so I created another one. It also did well, and they kept doing well, so I kept going until I had a building with my name on the front.”
That much I know. “But you don’t just create games and calendars and stuff like that, do you?”
Surprise flashes in his eyes, and his smile gets bigger. “No, I don’t. You’re right. My company has evolved way beyond apps. We’re now delving into cutting-edge fields like AI and neurofeedback technology. In fact, I’ve partnered with a brilliant neuroengineer to push the boundaries of what’s possible in those areas.”
“Wow. That’s impressive,” I say. “So, you really are a big deal?”
He shrugs. “In some circles. Same as you.”
My laugh is louder this time, drawing eyes from the nearby diners. “I’m not a big deal in any circles. Sorry to tell you.”
Damien shakes his head, leans in, swirls the amber liquid in his glass, and hypnotizes me with his smile.
“That’s where your powers of deductive reasoning fail you, Frankie. People are completely intrigued by you. It’s not just your beauty, which is the kind of beauty that men fight over. It’s also your strength. Everything about you screams, don’t fuck with me. But your femininity and grace are unmatched.”
If he only knew…
I open my mouth to speak, but no words come, and I close it immediately.
His eyes darken, as if he can read my mind. “You crave me, Frankie. Every inch of your body is aching for my touch. You want to surrender to the desire that’s consuming you.”
His words surprise me. He’s so bold, yet they are like a caress, igniting a fire within me. Instantly, my fuck session with myself this afternoon comes back to my mind, and I envision myself in my fantasy with him.
I want to melt into his embrace, to let him have me completely. His confidence is intoxicating, and he’s absolutely right. I want him with an intensity that threatens to unravel me. Yet, I try to remain calm and choke out, “Is that so?”
But he’s not just any man. He’s a billionaire genius, and the complications that come with his wealth and power could throw my life into chaos. As if chasing a serial killer wasn’t enough to deal with already.
I want to give in to the promise in his eyes even though I know I shouldn’t, even though I know my life is too busy right now to lose myself in a fling with a handsome, charming man.
“You’re overthinking this, Frankie. You want me so what else is there to think about?” He finishes his drink, his every move confident and graceful. “It’s simple, really.”
“Simple?” I laugh, shaking my head. “Something tells me nothing about you is simple, Damien.”
His lips curve into a confident smirk. “You’re right about that, Detective. I’m not like other men who are all talk and no action. I have the skill and finesse to satisfy your every need, to awaken desires you never even knew existed.”
I smile at his bold declaration. “You sound quite sure of yourself. What makes you think no other man has ever achieved that?”
He leans in closer, his breath hot against my ear. “Because if he had, you wouldn’t be here with me right now.”
A shiver runs down my spine at his words. “You take confidence to a whole new level.”
Damien takes my hand in his, his touch electric. His eyes hold me captive, and I feel a storm of desire swirling inside. “Even now, your mind is filled with thoughts of us tangled together, my cock buried deep inside you. You’re aching for it, but you so badly want to be a good girl, don’t you?”
“I am not good, and I’m sure as hell not a girl,” I say, my voice breathless.
Heat darkens his gaze. “I bet that if I were to slip my hand between your thighs right now, I’d find you dripping wet for me.”
My breath catches in my throat, and my pussy clenches with need. He’s absolutely correct, and it’s taking every ounce of my self-control to keep my expression blank. When I’m certain my voice won’t betray me, I uncross my legs and lean forward. “I’ll take that bet.”
Damien’s nostrils flare as his hand reaches under the table and grips my knee, slowly gliding up my thigh. His touch is both torturous and electrifying. With each inch he advances, he studies my face intently, gauging my reaction. “The heat emanating from your center is like a magnetic fire, pulling me in.”
Oh, fuck me. The slightly rough slide of his hand against my thighs is almost too much to bear. I want to bite down on my lip, grip his wrist and put his hands exactly where my body is craving his touch. But I don’t do that. I watch, aware that my heart is kicking against my chest like a bucking horse. I want this. I want him.