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)
“Having second thoughts?”
I nod, glancing at Damien’s chiseled jaw, and then the hotel door at the end of the hall, mocking me while also promising me a damn good time. “Yeah, maybe.”
“Ahh. The good girl returns,” he says in a flirty tone.
I put a hand on his chest, refusing to let his taunting change my mind. I want him but I need some answers.
“Why are we at a hotel? Do you have a wife and kids at home?” He wouldn’t be the first married man to play the single game.
His lips spread into a smile that turns into a laugh. “I just wanted to impress a beautiful woman.” He takes my hands, pulling me against him and tilting my head up so we’re eye to eye. “The truth is, I can’t wait to have you, and this is the closest hotel to the restaurant. But,” he says, brushing the softest kiss to my lips before pulling back, “if you want to go to my place or yours, I’ll try to make it without dying of want.”
My body coils so tight with the need to come, a real, man-caused orgasm, that I’ll believe anything he says that’ll get us inside a room where he’ll fulfill every dirty promise he’s made this evening.
“Later,” he growls before nipping my ear. “I promise to take you to my house and fuck you on every surface in my home.” Then his mouth is on mine again, and before I know it, we’re on the inside of the door, and he presses my back against it.
I feel more feminine than I have in a really long time. The parts of me I keep hidden and professional sink below the surface, and I lean into the silky, soft, delicate parts as Damien’s fingers dance down my arms and across my collarbone. He kisses me like I’m precious, cupping the back of my neck as he moves across my body.
“This has to go,” he whispers as he lowers the straps of my dress before searching for the hidden zipper, touching me until I shake with need. “Much better,” he coos as the silky fabric slides to the floor. His gaze is so dark as he takes in the sight of me in nothing but black lace. “Fuck, Frankie.”
“Yes, please,” I moan, breathless at the naked need burning in his eyes.
“Perfect.” He grips my panties at the hip and in one quick yank, they’re in tatters on the floor. “Even better,” he grunts before burying his face between my thighs, but Damien isn’t a quick draw. Oh no. He takes his time, breathing in the scent of me while roughly massaging the back of my thighs and my ass.
“Damien,” I pant because his teasing is too much. I’m too tightly wound, too close to the edge for playful.
“Yes?” He parts my folds with his thumbs, licking me everywhere but my clit. It feels good, the wet slide of his tongue against sensitive flesh, but it’s not enough, and I can’t push the words past my lips because every once in a while, his tongue grazes the edge of my clit, and it feels incredible.
“You need more, Francesca?”
I nod.
“Look at me.” His voice is firm and commanding, and I like it.
Obeying him, I fix my gaze on his hazel eyes that seem to be full of fire. There’s something in his eyes that I can’t explain, but it’s dark, like really and genuinely dark. Instead of being scared, I’m intrigued. I want to know about that spark of madness that tells me he’s not all that he seems.
“Fuck,” I moan when he flattens his tongue and rubs it against my clit. “Damien.”
He lifts one leg and then the other over his shoulders, exposing me to him completely. The heat in his gaze is too much, too intense, and I feel pleasure flood my pussy.
“I’ve got you,” he whispers before his lips are on me again, slowly French kissing my pussy until I’m a soaking wet, quivering mess of want and need barreling headfirst towards an orgasm.
“Damien.” I pant his name when my toes start to curl, and my knees shake.
“Come for me, Frankie. I want you to come all over my tongue and drip down my chin.”
“Oh, hell.” I want to roll my eyes, but goddammit, those dirty words are doing the trick. The pussy kissing and then two thick fingers invading me are exactly the right one-two combo I need to go flying off the edge and straight into the land of orgasms. “Damien, yes,” I whimper-moan as my limbs start to relax, despite the fact that his tongue is still moving.
He gets to his feet with my legs still on his shoulders and carries me to the bedroom. Even though it’s just a few steps through the suite, he flicks his tongue against my clit, making my toes curl while pulling feral moans of pleasure from my body.