Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 93575 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 468(@200wpm)___ 374(@250wpm)___ 312(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 93575 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 468(@200wpm)___ 374(@250wpm)___ 312(@300wpm)
“Is that what you need, baby? My fingers inside you? Your clit to be played with? You’re going to come for me soon, I can tell. Your sweet little clit is so hard. So needy. Next time, I’ll suck it. I can’t wait to taste you.” I groaned as she moved faster. “Do you feel my cock on your back? I’m going to come too, Mila, my dirty girl. All over myself.”
I kept kissing and licking at her neck. Her mouth. She grasped my thighs, moaning and gasping, her fingernails digging in through the cotton. Then she stiffened, crying out, arching her back and sobbing my name. My orgasm hit me, and I came, hot and thick, trapped between her back and my shirt, not caring in the least about the mess we were making. I grunted and cursed, holding her tight as she jerked and spasmed against my hand.
And then we were still. Breathing hard. Overcome. Neither of us spoke until I felt her shiver. I slowly withdrew my hand and wrapped my arms around her.
“First off, tell me you don’t regret that.”
“No.”
“Second off, promise me we’ll do that again. Maybe in a more private place where we can take longer and I can make you come harder.”
“Harder?” she squeaked.
“So hard you’ll see stars.”
She patted my hand. “Already did.”
“Then fucking Jupiter.”
She laughed softly. “Okay, then.”
“And third, tell me how brilliant I am that I keep a spare set of gym clothes in the trunk and just this morning picked up my dry cleaning. I have towels and a clean shirt for you.” I leaned down and kissed her neck, liking how she shivered. “Not that the idea of you walking across the lobby wearing some of me doesn’t turn me on yet again.”
“A clean shirt would be appreciated,” she said in her prim tone that always made me laugh. “I’m a little damp.”
“Okay, my dirty little girl. One cleanup, fresh clothes, and maybe a cup of coffee somewhere before I take you back to the hotel.”
“Or we could just stay here,” she said, snuggling into me.
Her words made me smile. I wrapped her in my arms, kissing her temple. “For a while, Shortcake.”
“Okay.”
I kissed her again. “Okay.”
CHAPTER TEN
MILA
Nicholas held my hand all the way back to the hotel. We didn’t talk much, and I felt his sidelong glances my way on occasion.
I wasn’t sure what to say to him. I had never done anything quite like that before. I had barely dated, never mind such an intimate, highly erotic encounter.
The thought of it made me shiver. I ached a little from his endeavors, but I liked it. His dirty talk and the way he touched me had been incredible. How I responded had shocked me, yet with Nick, it felt so right.
We felt so right.
“Damn,” he suddenly said and sped up, going past the hotel.
“What’s wrong?” I asked.
He pulled over a few blocks up and parked. “Photographers,” he hissed. “Fucking paps in front of the gate of the hotel.” He slammed his hand on the steering wheel. “How the fuck did they find out I was here?”
“Is there a chance it’s not for you?” I asked, trying to keep the mood light. “Perhaps another celebrity is staying at the hotel that they’re after.”
He ran a hand through his hair. “No, I recognized one group. They’re after me constantly. In my face. Screaming things, taunting me. Trying to get me angry so I’ll say or do something stupid and they can catch it on film.”
“Has that happened?”
He sighed, leaning his head back on the leather. “Yes. A couple of times.”
He looked over at me. “My windows are tinted, but they’ll be able to look through the front and see you there. I know you don’t want that, and I certainly don’t want them splashing your picture around and making remarks.”
“Then I’ll get out and walk. They don’t know me, so I’ll go right past them and into the entrance. I have my guest pass. You wait and drive in a few moments later.”
“I don’t want you walking.”
I laughed. “Nick, I walk a lot. I’ve been for walks here. It’s perfectly safe.”
“I’m back to Nick?” he asked, lifting one eyebrow.
“I think the other is for, ah, special occasions.”
He grinned. “I like special occasions with you.” Then he became serious again.
“I should be escorting you back to the hotel.”
“You can watch. Make sure I get in the gate. Give it ten minutes and drive through. If they take a picture of you, you’ll be alone.” I glanced over my shoulder. “Or I can crawl in the back seat and cover myself with the blanket.”
“Not fucking likely.”
“Walking, it is.”
I put my hand on the door, and he leaned over, stopping me.
“Mila…”
“What?”
His eyes were filled with turbulence. His eye color was listed as brown, but his irises were anything but plain. Up close, they were almost cognac in color, with a dark-brown rim. Gold and green flecks made them even more unusual. They held so much pain at the moment it made me ache.