Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 92368 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 462(@200wpm)___ 369(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92368 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 462(@200wpm)___ 369(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
I kiss her hard, thoroughly, deeply.
Most of all, I kiss her with an absolute devotion to her pleasure.
When I let go, her lips are beautifully bruised and I’ve made my choice.
I adjust the strands of her jet-black wig. “Spend the night with me. No one will know. Just you and me. Come to my place. I’m in the West Village. I’ll make you come over and over. With my tongue, my fingers, my cock. I’ll make you breakfast in the morning. Then, we’ll pretend it never happened. What do you say, Jules?”
She trembles, which looks like a yes. Except, her brow knits, which tells me a no is coming. “I need to know something first,” she says, clearing her throat.
“Okay,” I say tentatively. I don’t want to promise anything till I know what she’s asking.
With a wince like it hurts, she asks, “Does my father go to these parties with you?”
I laugh once, relieved. Of all the things she’d ask, I wasn’t expecting that. “No. Never,” I reassure her. “He doesn’t know I go either. Our friendship isn’t about…this.” I wish I didn’t have to acknowledge his existence at all right now, but I get her concern.
“Okay,” she says evenly, but she doesn’t sound enthused.
“Are you sure?” I ask, stepping back, giving her space.
She blinks like she’s fighting off something. Winces again. Finally, she exhales audibly, seeming resolved in whatever she’s decided. “Yes,” she says, then closes the distance between us and grabs my suspenders. “I’m sure you’re a very bad idea, Finn Adams. But I want you anyway. I’ve been wanting you since the other night. For the last two weeks, I’ve been planning on you fucking me.”
That is music to my ears.
“I’ll send a car for you later. Once you’re done.” I nod to the door. “Give me your number, then get back out there and finish playing.” I lean in, brush her hair over her ear, and whisper a seductive command, “Like a good girl.”
But she makes no move to go. Instead, she smiles like she has a secret. “I don’t always follow orders like a good girl though.”
I tilt my head, intrigued, especially since I think I know where she’s going. “Tell me what you did.”
“I’d rather show you,” she says, then takes my hand, slides it up under her dress, pressing my palm against the damp panel of her panties.
My bones vibrate with lust. All that sweetness will be mine soon enough.
“You disobeyed me,” I say as I trace one finger along the lacy fabric.
She shudders. “I did.”
I stop at her clit, drawing a circle over it with my thumb, making her gasp. “Then I’ll need to take these home with me.”
Her eyes widen with a wicked kind of excitement. I peel off her panties, stuff them in my pocket, then send her back out to play.
9
WHAT DID YOU DO TODAY
Jules
The Lyft can’t get me home fast enough. I have so much to do before the car Finn’s sending for me arrives.
As the driver swings through the city, I tap my toe against the floor of the Nissan. Traffic is light at this hour, but not light enough for me. I want to fly home.
Nibbling on the corner of my lip, I review everything I need to do in thirty minutes at my apartment. No way was I going straight to Finn’s place from The Scene. I’m wearing a wig and a wig cap, and neither are sexy to take off.
As the driver maneuvers past a double-parked cab and onto Seventh Avenue, she glances in the rearview mirror, wide brown eyes meeting mine. “How was your night?” She asks it with mild interest, perhaps eager to fill the silence of a boring drive.
Words flash through my mind like reviews on Times Square marquees, bright and brilliant.
Wild. Amazing. Shocking. Exciting. Dangerous.
Yes, my night so far has been all of those things, but none of those words are big enough.
A handful of words fit better—only the beginning. “It was really good.” For once, I don’t try to hide my enthusiasm.
“Oh yeah?” She wiggles a brow in the mirror, then gives me an eager, “Elaborate.”
Tell a stranger? No problem. “Well, let’s just say it’s not over yet.”
“I’m jealous. Let me know if you need a ride to your next stop,” she says.
“I would, but he’s sending me a car,” I say, and it’s so easy to drop these racy little details with her.
It’s fun too.
Soon enough, we’re at my place in Chelsea, and I thank her then rush inside, tipping her on the app as I greet the doorman on my way to my apartment.
Once inside, I lean against the door, catching my breath even though I haven’t done anything to make it speed up. Still, my heart is beating so fast.
I can’t believe I’m going to do this. This is so wrong. This is so risky. This is so…exciting.