Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 72892 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 364(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72892 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 364(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
She maneuvers around me. “Do you want a glass of water, Gaines?”
That lures my gaze up to her face. She’s pasted a weak smile on her lips. It’s there for my benefit. It’s a gift to assuage the guilt I’m feeling over ignoring her proposition. “No, I’m fine.”
She walks to the kitchen. I drop my head as I listen to each of her movements. It’s all so slow and intentional.
The creak of a hinge as the cupboard door opens. The sound repeats when she closes it.
Running water follows and then another burst a moment later as if she’s emptied and refilled the glass.
I want to call out and ask if she’s all right because she’s been out of my sight for at least a minute, but I bite my bottom lip, willing myself to keep my mouth shut.
“Was it a mistake to you?”
Each word feels like a spear to my heart. The pain is real. It’s so fucking real that my hand jumps to the center of my chest as I raise my chin to see her standing not ten feet from me, her hands twisted together in front of her.
“Just tell me,” she pleads. “Please. I feel as though I’m stuck in some type of purgatory between reality and this fantasy that only exists in my mind. That night was the best night of my life, and I swear I thought I heard you say something outside the bathroom door right before I got in the shower.”
The words are tumbling out of her so fast that I have to take a moment to process them all.
I slide to my feet. There is still measurable distance between us but it’s like a fucking magnet is luring me closer to her, so I give in and take two steps forward.
When I don’t say anything, she goes on, “I thought I heard you say ‘fuck, she’s everything,’ but that wasn’t about me, was it? You were talking about someone else. You were in that part of the city to go to the club to meet someone else.”
I close my eyes briefly, trying desperately to come up with the right words to say to her.
“Just tell me if you view it as a mistake.” Her gaze traces every feature of my face as if she’s cementing it to her memory. “Was that night a mistake to you, sir?”
That’s all it takes to break the dam. My resolve melts. Every ounce of resistance I’ve clung to splinters into shards.
I bolt toward her and she doesn’t move. She never inches back, there’s not one flinch from her. The only reaction I sense is in her eyes. They widen with each step I take.
I catch her by the waist, my hands gripping her with the intensity that I feel in every part of my body.
“You want this.” The words are thick with need and not framed as a question, but that’s how my lamb hears it.
Her bottom lip quivers before she answers, “So much.”
That’s all I need.
I shove her back into the wall behind us. She lets out a small yelp wrapped within a faint moan. That’s followed with the sweetest sounding request. “Please.”
I kiss her with the force of all of the emotions battling their way to the surface within me. I’ve kept them buried for so long, but need like this is a heady thing.
Our tongues dance together, each trying to taste the other. I want more, though. I’ve craved so much for so long.
“Fuck me,” she whispers against my lips.
“In time,” I growl back.
“No,” she protests. “Now. Please.”
That needy plea doesn’t work this time because a taste of her pussy is what I want more than anything in this moment.
I drop to a knee.
“Are you going to do that to me?” The words sound innocent but there’s a sinister tone to her voice.
My hands answer for me as I tug on the sash wrapped around her waist. The robe falls open revealing beautiful tits, and a perfect pink pussy.
“Fuck.” The word falls from my lips before I drop my mouth to her thigh.
I trail kisses over it, closing in on my final destination but before I reach it, I hike her leg over my shoulder and inhale her sweet scent.
She lets out a cry when I lick the soft seam, and when I dive in and suck on her swollen clit, she lets herself go.
Her hands tangle in my hair, her legs quiver and I eat my way to ecstasy.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
Eloise
“Turn around, lamb.”
His voice is deep and decadent. It’s laced with the promise of more orgasms. If I have more like the two I just had, I may not be able to stand.
I’m wavering now.
After my first climax, Gaines gave me a few seconds to find my bearings, but that was short-lived because he dove back in, using his fingers as an accompaniment to his perfectly skilled tongue.