Total pages in book: 161
Estimated words: 154890 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 774(@200wpm)___ 620(@250wpm)___ 516(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 154890 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 774(@200wpm)___ 620(@250wpm)___ 516(@300wpm)
“Poor Mimi,” he gently taunts. “Never had sex in a car.”
“Oh!” I suck in a sharp breath as his teeth find my earlobe. “You have?” I begin to move my head to look at him, only to find his finger at my chin, maneuvering me back.
“A misspent youth,” he murmurs as his hand drifts to my breast. He cups the full weight, and I inhale sharply as his thumb brushes my stiffening nipple. “That and a house full of siblings made for ingenuity. Lie back against me, sweetheart.”
“Why?” My mouth questions as my body does it anyway. There isn’t one thing about him that doesn’t thrill me, the chemicals swirling through my body so seductive.
“Because I want you to.” I almost moan as he tweaks my stiff nipple though my dress. “Because you want to please me.” He doesn’t wait for my confirmation, but I guess he doesn’t need to. “You know where I’ve never had sex? In an elevator car.”
My insides start to pulse, yet the chuckle that fills the tiny space is far too loud.
“That’s funny, is it?” he asks.
“I was thinking about cameras.” I don’t move my head because that would involve moving my neck, but my gaze does flick around the small space.
“Do you have a thing for watching?” Heat courses through my veins as both hands slide over my rib cage, down over my thighs. “Being seen? You do seem very studious.”
At his taunting tone, my eyes catch his in the mirror. The tiger and his prey.
“I’m not…”
“What?” he purrs, toying with the hem of my dress. “Watching my hand?” He roughly pulls at the hem of my dress, his hand sliding between my legs. His fingers curl inward, gripping my thigh, and my knees almost buckle on the spot. “Willing me to use my fingers on you again?”
I begin to tremble as his hand slides higher and my body bows, chasing his touch. But then I remember where we are and how the doors might open at any time. My body protests reflexively when his hands tighten, and he whispers a quiet, “Hush.”
Of course. This is Whit’s floor. He isn’t expecting anyone to come.
Well… in that way, maybe. Because the way he begins to slide my dress higher makes me think he might be expecting someone to come.
“What will I find if I pull your skirt higher, Amelia?”
I startle at the sight of myself. My cheeks flushed red, my feet planted wider than I recall, and the skirt part of my dress looking more and more like a belt.
“Answer me. Did you go out with my brother wearing panties that my money paid for?”
“You make that sound like a bad thing.” Oh my God, I’m blaming Whit’s sexual voodoo for my response because I have no idea where the words are coming from. “Better than going out bare assed.”
“That would be something I’d certainly punish you for.”
My brain buckles, the synapses misfiring, my thoughts making not one bit of sense. That… that’s not sexy. So why are my internal organs slut dropping at the thought of it?
“You look shocked.” I roll in my lips to stifle a whimper at the hot drag of his fingers up my thigh. “Are you imagining just that? Have I broken your brain a little, sweetheart?”
“Punishment isn’t my thing.”
“Such a sweet little liar. Unless you don’t really know?”
I gasp as his hand ghosts my pussy, my body throbbing in anticipation of the contact that doesn’t come.
“Who are you in the dark, darling?”
“I… what do you mean?”
“Who are you just for you? When there’s no one around, and you don’t have to be the sunshine.”
“H-how would you punish someone?” My voice is tremulous because he’s not supposed to notice. Who I am inside is not his business, and those thoughts are to be held at arm’s length.
“Punish you, Amelia. How would I punish you?” This time, oh yes, his fingers are a fluttering brush between my legs. “There are so many ways, so many parts you and I could play. Tell me about these.” He cups his hands between my legs. “Did I buy you these?”
“Last year.” I try so hard not to push against him, to deepen the contact. “Bloomingdales, w-with a bra to match.”
“Are you wearing it now?”
I nod rapidly. There really is little point in hiding how eager I am.
“Darling, I’m going to need you to use your words.”
“Yes.” I swallow. “A matching set.”
“Then we won’t take them off. Not yet.” His long finger curls, sliding along my slit, making my insides pulse and ache. God, I’m so ready for this. “We’re not going to have sex in this car, Amelia.” My body stills. Was I getting a little ahead of myself? “I’m going to fuck you with my fingers until you’re ready to come. Would you like that?” His hand tightens when I don’t immediately answer. I throb, blood rushing to greet the contact. “Your words, Amelia. I want to hear them.”