Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 70127 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 351(@200wpm)___ 281(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70127 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 351(@200wpm)___ 281(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
I shook my head. “I don’t care if he finds out.”
“Only more fun that way.”
“She says he’s a really powerful guy, and you know me, that makes me want to piss him off even more.”
“I’d do the same.” He nodded to the woman in purple. “So you’re sure about this? Maybe I’ll get both women.”
“I’m sure. And I hope you do. But let me give you a piece of advice.”
“I doubt they’re married,” he jabbed.
I ignored the lame insult. “Don’t tell them you just got out of prison. Not exactly a turn-on.”
He grinned as he left the stool. “It can be a turn-on—if you tell it the right way.”
13
Balto
Heath went home with the woman in the purple dress.
The blond friend wanted me, but I didn’t take her up on her offer. Rejected, she moved farther into the club to find someone else, probably to find validation from another man.
The three of us walked home together, and Heath and Purple Dress trailed behind me, laughing together and sharing whispered words.
We made it inside the building and rose to the third floor.
Heath had the woman crammed in the corner, and he was sucking her face like he might fuck her right then and there—with me standing there. She was into it too, so she didn’t notice the beep of the elevator or the fact she had an audience.
When the doors started to close, I stuck my hand out so the doors would pop open again. “Your floor, Heath.”
Heath stopped shoving his tongue down her throat and escorted her inside the pad he would be borrowing for the foreseeable future.
“Wow,” she said as she pressed her body against his. “Your place is beautiful.”
The doors closed, and I was carried to my floor.
Thank god I didn’t have to look at that anymore.
I walked into my space, filled with booze and disappointment. Heath would be fucking that woman all night, and I would be shoving my dick into my hand. Sometimes I wished Cassini weren’t married so I could fuck her whenever I felt like it. Waiting for her to make the move was frustrating—and pussy shit.
I undressed, hopped in the shower, and then got into bed.
I stared at my phone and pulled up her number, wondering if she still had her phone. Maybe her husband was a very observant and paranoid man, and he’d figured out she had two phone signals coming from her bedroom. If a man were truly suspicious, he would find something if he looked hard enough. I texted her to test the waters. Baby. It was a dangerous text to leave on the screen, but if she was careful with her phone, no one should ever see it.
The three little dots popped up.
Was she lying in bed, her husband down the hall, and staring at the phone thinking of me?
Balto.
I grinned at her response. What are you wearing? Anytime her face popped into my mind, all I could think about was the way the rest of her looked. The way her wide hips led to a tiny waist, the way her olive skin was sprinkled with freckles in the sexiest places.
T-shirt and thong.
Ooh…tell me more about this thong.
Black. Lacy. She used so few words but described so much.
Are they wet? I wasn’t afraid to say anything to this woman, to speak my mind and be the pervert I was. I felt like I owned her even though I hardly knew her. If I did own her, her husband would be dead and she’d be in bed with me, wearing my t-shirt and the thong I’d picked out for her.
They were…until I changed them.
So I’d just missed the show. Then you must miss me.
When the sun goes down, I always miss you.
My cock thickened inside my boxers under the covers. Then why haven’t I heard from you?
Why haven’t I heard from you? Her sassiness was audible in her silence.
I’m not a chaser.
Nor am I.
My mouth widened in a grin, loving the way she held her own so easily. She had no idea just how dangerous and terrifying I was, but if she did, I suspected her attitude wouldn’t change. Come over.
I can’t. He’s here.
Heath was fucking pussy all night, and I was in bed alone. Something didn’t add up there. I could have taken that blonde home, but I preferred a brunette—this brunette. I’d had enthusiastic lovers before, but they were usually attracted to my power and money. This woman wanted me because of my looks and fucking ability. She knew nothing about me, only my pretty face and strong physique. I was her fantasy, the exact flavor of dick she loved. If it weren’t for that, I would probably forget about her and move on. There had never been another woman who stayed in my mind longer than a night. Where?