Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 69242 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 346(@200wpm)___ 277(@250wpm)___ 231(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69242 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 346(@200wpm)___ 277(@250wpm)___ 231(@300wpm)
“Funny,” I told her and clasped our hands together, bringing her body flush against mine. “An hour of art, even a good hour, is about my limit.” I was eager to spend some actual alone time with Maisie and that fucking blue dress.
“Me too,” she confessed with a conspiratorial look on her face. “How about we find some food?”
It wasn’t the hard fuck I was looking for, but I shrugged because the heat in her eyes said we’d get there. Eventually. “I could eat. What do you have in mind?”
Maisie turned to me, a mischievous look in her blue eyes. “I’m thinking something that’s easy to eat, greasy, and delicious. The perfect after-sex food.”
I grabbed her hand and practically dragged her out of the gallery and down the street. “I know just the place. Has the best tacos in town.”
“The best?” She rolled her eyes. “Unless you’re talking about Glitz & Glamour Taco Shop, you have incorrect information,” she said with absolute certainty.
I stopped and turned to her. “What if I told you that’s exactly the place I’m talking about?” The wildly successful taco truck was one of our legitimate investments. The benefit was the guys made damn good tacos.
“I’d say you should walk a little faster because mama is starving.” To prove her point, she patted her flat belly and growled.
It was sexy as hell and I could wait to strip her out of that dress and make her mine. For now, I walked as fast as I could carry us both until we found the gleaming glittery pink and silver truck. “What would you like?”
Her lips curled into a sexy grin and Maisie tapped her chin thoughtfully. “I guess that depends on you, Virgil. How much food am I gonna need?”
Damn, she was as feisty as she was sexy. My fingers itched to touch her, to see if she was as wet as her hard nipples indicated. My cock throbbed with the need to have her. To take her.
To make her mine.
If only for one night.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Maisie
What in the hell was I thinking, teasing and taunting a man like Virgil Ashby? He was more potent than any man had a right to be. Big and gorgeous with an air of danger that was pretty damn irresistible for a girl like me who grew up around big strong men who were bad boys…on the outside. But like Wheeler and Gunnar and Holden and the rest, I was sure Virgil was a softie.
Somewhere.
Maybe?
Deep beneath the surface.
Not that any of that mattered, not in the moment. The trip from the taco truck back to Virgil’s place was quiet, filled with the kind of sexual tension that would explode eventually. At least I knew that I was already on the verge of exploding because he gave good flirt and Virgil did it naturally, teasing and tempting me until we were both wearing goofy grins while my body hummed like it’d been hit with a tuning fork.
The car rounded the center of the circular drive, continuing down a dark rose bush-lined drive as an even more tense silence filled the luxury car. “We’re here.”
I smiled at his words. “I see that. We going inside or are we staying right here?” The look Virgil sent me said he wasn’t amused. Said he was a man who was at the end of his rope, tired of teasing and flirting. The dark look said he was ready for shit to get real.
Like a gentleman, he opened my car door and indicated I should get out. Then took my hand and walked me up the front steps with intense purpose.
I waited with hard nipples and a pulsing pussy for this sexy fucker to find his key and open the door.
“You seem tense, Virgil.” I flashed a teasing smile while he fumbled with the lock, running my palms up and down the back of his overheated, expansive back. “And ripped. So fucking ripped.”
“Maze,” he growled, and I shit you not, my whole body froze for just a second. Then every inch of me, every pore vibrated with need. Pulsed with the kind of desire I’d never truly experienced before.
“Fuck it,” he growled once more before his mouth slammed down on mine, hard and hungry. The kiss was more than intense, it was hot as fuck, and I felt like I was drowning in a lake of fire, the air in his lungs the only thing keeping me from dying on the spot.
My hands found his hard ass first, giving it a good squeeze before continuing the journey north, up the slope of his back and narrow waist until reaching his shoulders, wide and rippling with muscles. One hand slipped around a shoulder while the other snaked up his neck so my fingers could curl into his hair. I moaned into his mouth and Virgil’s hands tightened around me.