Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 89592 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 448(@200wpm)___ 358(@250wpm)___ 299(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89592 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 448(@200wpm)___ 358(@250wpm)___ 299(@300wpm)
“I’m not sleeping with you…wait, what things?” My tired brain kicks into gear. “Hold on, you had keys waiting for us and the doorman already had instructions. You were pretty sure of yourself tonight.”
“I told you, I’m always a step ahead. Sidney, you’re tired. Don’t fight with me about this. Go freshen up and come to bed. I assure you. I want you rested and firing on all cylinders when I take you. That’s not tonight,” he says seductively, his eyes traveling over my body.
I fold my arms over my chest. I may have signed that contract, but it was to save my ass, not to give it up to some stranger. A sexy as hell stranger, but stranger, nonetheless.
He only proves my point about him being sexy when he begins to unbutton his dress shirt and shrugs it off. I wouldn’t have pegged Clayton to be one for so many tats. However, that ink on his ripped body is purely impressive, even from this distance.
I lick my lips before I can catch myself. Clayton’s right pec flexes and I feel my chest expand as I inhale deeply. What was I going to say? I need my own room. Yup, I sure do.
I shake my head, forcing my eyes up to his. There’s mirth in his gaze. I frown, placing my hands on my hips.
“Can you please show me to another bedroom,” I say through tight lips.
Clayton lifts a brow at me. His gaze rolling over me again. I can almost see him thinking while he looks at me. A perplexed expression crosses his face for a moment. Then it’s like a light bulb goes off.
“We can do this the easy way, or the hard way, but I will have you in my arms tonight,” he finally says. “I want that sexy body next to me when I wake. So, what’s it going to be?”
“I’m not—” Before I can finish my sentence, he moves across the room and tosses me over his shoulder.
I yelp in surprise, wrapping my arms around his waist. He gives my ass a swat but keeps moving fluidly with me in his grasp. I’m too stunned to do more than hold on.
“Bath or shower, baby?”
“What?” I say breathlessly.
“Are we taking a bath or shower?” he clarifies.
“We’re not taking anything,” I hiss.
“Shower it is.” He laughs.
He walks into the spacious bathroom, from the closet he just walked us through. Even from this angle, the view is impressive, both of our surroundings and Clayton’s ass. When I get his full attention, I yelp and start to wiggle on his shoulder.
“Don’t you dare,” I scream.
He completely ignores me, stepping into the large glass-encased shower, with me fully clothed and him still in his dress slacks. I grab a handful of his pants, not sure what I think that will do for me. My back arches the moment I feel the cold water soak through my dress.
Clayton roars with laughter as I squeal and slide down his front. He crowds my space, backing me against the shower wall. I watch as his strong body towers over me.
The water is ice cold, but steam seems to be coming off this man. Pure fire, that’s what I see in his eyes as he looks back at me. He dips his head so that our lips are only inches apart.
“Do I have your cooperation yet?” he breathes against my lips as I shiver in front of him.
I have no words. Instead, I growl back at him. He laughs, shaking his head while reaching behind me. The water begins to warm up, taking the chill with it.
Clayton uses one hand to flatten me against his front, and the other to unzip my dress. His eyes remain locked on mine. The hand pressing me to him roams slowly up my back, to my shoulder, where he peels my dress from my skin.
The intensity flowing between us is so strong, I can’t help staring up into his eyes. Somewhere in my brain, I’m aware of the fact that he’s removing my dress and my panties along with it. I just don’t know how to call my brain into action at the moment.
“You feel it too?” he says softly, looking up at me from his kneeling position before me. He leans forward and inhales. “Yes, you feel it.”
My chest rises and falls of its own accord. I’m sure it’s giving me away, even if I try to remain impassive. He tilts his head to the side, observing me, yet I still give nothing away.
However, my lips do part when he leans in, placing his nose to my mound. He inhales deeply, causing me to remain stock-still. I can’t move a muscle; I don’t even try.
Clayton does though. Slowly, he drags his nose up my center. From my mound to my belly button, from my belly button to between my breasts, from the center of my breasts over my throat, he leaves a path of scorching heat. By the time he reaches my lips, hovering just a breath away from me, I feel light-headed.