Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22220 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 111(@200wpm)___ 89(@250wpm)___ 74(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22220 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 111(@200wpm)___ 89(@250wpm)___ 74(@300wpm)
Oh fuck. I can’t even get the thought out before my legs start rattling.
“Come for me,” Malik demands.
Those words force the coiled knot in my core to tighten like a spring, that final lick and a deep thrust of his fingers releasing a wave of pure ecstasy. I start rattling in my chair, clutching at fistfuls of his hair as I climax. My pussy gushes like a fountain, and Malik’s there to lap up every drop my pussy provides like a dehydrated man who’s traveled the desert without a drop of water.
When it’s over, I crumble into a mass of motionless limbs on the bar chair. Spent, panting, and desperate for more.
“Did you enjoy yourself?” Malik asks, removing the panties from my mouth.
I nod. “But I’m going to enjoy what comes next even more.”
Malik grins but offers me a hand to help me out of the chair. I take it, but instead of bending me over the bar like I expect him to, Malik starts fixing my outfit.
“What are you doing?” I fight his attempts to dress me, slapping at his hands and keeping my dress over my hips. “You can’t stop now.”
“It’s harder than you might think,” Malik groans but ignores my attempts to stop him and lowers my dress. “But I’m going to.”
And after another long gawking at my breasts, he adjusts the straps until they’re wrapped around my bosom again.
“But I want it?” I groan with a pout. “Why aren’t you giving it to me?”
“Because I won’t take your innocence in a dirty bar.” He shoves my panties into his pocket. “Now, come. It’s time for bed.”
There’s something awfully sweet about the way he said that. And while I appreciate the sentiment, Malik’s chivalry won’t help the aching in my loins. He walks me through an empty hotel up to my room with our hands locked together.
“I’ll see you soon, Melina,” he says as we get to the door.
“You’re not coming in?” My last feeble attempt to keep the night going.
“I fear I won’t be able to control myself if I do,” he admits. “But don’t worry. All in due time. You will be mine.”
I cup his cheek and give him a tender kiss. “That’s where you’re mistaken. I’m already yours.”
I step through the door and close it behind me, leaving him alone with that thought.
9
MALIK
Two Days Later
“Are you sure your snow-white skin can handle this much sun?” I ask, swallowing hard to kill my shaky breathing.
Melina is sprawled out on a sunbed, wearing a dark blue bikini with white tropical flowers over the breast cups and bikini bottoms. I’m quickly learning it doesn’t matter what she wears. A fancy evening dress made to attract attention, a bikini by the pool, an old, oversized shirt, or nothing at all.
My cock will always spring upright at the sight of her.
“I’m not, but it’s a lovely day, and I wasn’t going to spend it cooped up in my room.” Her attention is fixed so sternly on the horizon ahead, she hasn’t even noticed my arrival behind her. Not that it’s much of a view beyond the crystal clear pool. It’s sand as far as the eye can see, eventually blocked by dunes in the distance.
“Don’t you think I might get jealous with all these eyes gawking at you?” I say it flirtatiously, but it’s true. I only caught a few people staring while I walked over, but each one made my blood run hot.
“Who says this isn’t my way of getting back at you?” She snickers, lowering her wide-brimmed sunglasses to look at me.
“For what?” I raise a brow.
“Leaving me soaked and desperate, and then only showing up days later. I’m sure you’ve done your fair share of torturing for Omar, Malik, but I don’t take kindly to you doing it to me.” Like me, her words come out teasingly. She even throws in a wink for good measure.
Like me, her plump, pouting lips are a sign that it’s untrue.
“Yes, well—”
She snickers at my attempts to rationalize it, but after I left her, even I couldn’t find any real reason as to why I did. The last few days have been torture. Dealing with meetings and bullshit for Omar, my mind continued to flood with thoughts of Melina. How I make her melt and crumble, the sweet nectar between her thighs, her admission of being mine.
“You’re cute when you’re struggling, you know that?” She gestures to a lounger beside her for me to sit.
“No one’s ever called me that before.” I accept the offer, but as I sit, her eyes immediately fall onto the folder in my hands.
“That’s because no one’s ever seen you the way I have,” she scoffs. “Now, what’s this? Dad didn’t tell me about any meetings set for today.”
“It’s because it’s not scheduled. It’s paperwork for us to discuss.” The mundane tasks of talking projections, quantities, and qualities would be far easier with Melina at my side. She’d give me something to drool over while I rambled on about sales figures and projections for Remington Oil, but I wouldn’t subject her to that torture.