Total pages in book: 53
Estimated words: 51131 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 256(@200wpm)___ 205(@250wpm)___ 170(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 51131 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 256(@200wpm)___ 205(@250wpm)___ 170(@300wpm)
As soon as the door closes behind us, I let her get ahead of me. She dangles her purse and walks a bit unsteadily into the room, admiring the simple décor.
“I would’ve gone for a bigger room for an extended stay, but I figured we only really needed a bed tonight.”
She giggles and turns around to look at me with that lazy smile on her lovely face. “That sounds so naughty.”
I come up behind her, encircling her waist and taking her purse so I can set it aside on the wet bar. “Would you like a drink?”
“I think I’ve had more than enough to drink,” she assures me, leaning back into my embrace.
I pull her hair aside so I can bend to kiss her neck. As I do, I peel off her sparkly blazer and toss it aside, too.
“You’re undressing me,” she murmurs.
“Very astute.” I kiss her earlobe, and she shivers. Leaning back a bit, I kiss the ball of her shoulder, then work loose the button on the back of her blouse.
“You shouldn’t take off my top.”
“Why not?” I ask easily. “I’ve seen more than this already when you stormed into my office.”
She laughs at herself. “In my stupid belly dancing clothes.”
I smirk. “They weren’t stupid at all.” I tug the blouse down off her arms, then push it past her slim hips. I kneel to pull it the rest of the way, then unzip her skirt and pull that down, too.
“Wait a minute,” she murmurs, realizing she’s down to her bra and panties.
Rather than wait, I lean in and kiss her hip bone. She sucks in a breath. I kiss my way along her toned lower abdomen and don’t stop when I get to her panties.
Her sighs become bigger and heavier as I kiss my way from the top of her pantyline lower until I’m kissing her pussy through the fabric. I kiss the insides of her thighs, then return to her pussy, covering her with my mouth.
“Oh, Hayden,” she murmurs tremulously, her fingers sliding through my hair.
“Get on the bed,” I tell her, freeing my hair from her hands and rising.
She walks backward but hesitates before getting on the mattress, so I give her a little shove.
She’s too drunk for good reflexes, so she falls back against the soft bed with a little giggle.
I’m wearing too many layers of clothing, so I start stripping them off. Once I’m down to my boxer briefs, I join her on the bed, climbing on top of her and looking down at her.
Her big brown eyes are so open, so fond, I can’t resist kissing her.
I scarcely taste her lips at first, just a quick brush. Her lips are so soft beneath mine, and I want more, so I crush her with my weight, catching her moan in my mouth and tangling my fingers in her soft hair. Her instinct is still to shut me out, but I force my way past her lips and she gives immediately, making room for me and kissing me back as her hands come to rest on my back.
I want her tits free, so while I’m kissing her senseless, I shift her body beneath mine and reach back to unclasp her bra. The material gives, and I peel it away, tossing it on the floor behind us.
I don’t stop kissing her, so she doesn’t have a chance to object. My palm covers the soft globe and she exhales sharply, but I catch it on my lips and make her go right back to kissing me without giving her a chance to breathe.
I love the way she follows my lead even though some part of her knows I’m taking her somewhere she swore she wouldn’t go.
That reality seems to pierce the fog of lust, and she tries to pull back, but I have her trapped beneath my weight. Between kisses, she murmurs, “Hayden,” but I tug her head back by the hair and slant my mouth over hers more aggressively.
She resists a little, but she doesn’t fight. Her body wants the same thing I want. It’s her mind that isn’t entirely on board.
My cock hardens to steel as she moves her little dancer’s body beneath me. Her hands come up and push against my chest as mine skims her side before I grab her other tit.
Some part of me recognizes that I’m not giving her a chance to object. I know she’s slow to ask, that in all likelihood she’ll let me go further than she’s comfortable going before she finally tells me she wants me to stop, but fuck, I don’t want her to do that.
I push her thighs farther apart and butt my cock against her pussy, wishing I had stripped off her panties before I got on top of her. I wasn’t prepared for how quickly lust would drag me under. I can’t remember the last time I wanted a woman with this intensity—to be willing to bend her will and shake the world beneath her feet if it means what I want will fall into my hands as a result.