Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 59395 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 297(@200wpm)___ 238(@250wpm)___ 198(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 59395 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 297(@200wpm)___ 238(@250wpm)___ 198(@300wpm)
I catch the hem of her sweater, and her hand captures mine. “I thought you wanted me to undress for you. You’re not getting away with that fast fuck and it’s over. You made a promise.” Her eyes are brimming with mischief and that confident side of her I know well has settled back into place.
Because it became about me and her, and whatever this connection we have is not just sex.
Damn it. I am getting this all wrong, but I don’t seem to want to be right because I want everything I don’t deserve with her. I sit down on the bed and Bella starts to undress. And it wouldn’t matter if the ground shook with an earthquake or if the biggest client at Hawk Legal called me right now. Nothing is taking me away from Bella.
Chapter Forty-Two
Tyler
Her silky blonde hair drapes over her breasts, nipples puckered and rosy. Her hips curvy and her belly tight. If I had to describe my perfect woman, it would be Bella Bailey. And she stands in front of me naked and willingly vulnerable.
“Now what?” she asks, her eyes meeting mine, a playful challenge in their depths.
Now what, indeed? I don’t know why she was hesitant earlier, but she is fiery now. I push to my feet and walk to her, stopping close, but not too close. She reaches for me, and I catch her hand. “Don’t touch me until I tell you to touch me.”
“Why?”
“Because I said so. No other reason. I touch you. You don’t touch me.”
“But I want to touch you. I waited a long time.”
“How long, Bella?”
Her chin and lashes lower. I place a finger under her chin and ask, “How long?”
“Too long.”
I walk behind her and when she tries to turn, I catch her waist. “I said, don’t move. And, yes, baby, it was way too long to get here.” I slide my hand around her to her belly. “There are so many things I want to do to you and with you. I don’t even know where to start.” I press a hand to her backside. “Have you ever been spanked, Bella?”
“No!” She tries to turn. “And no.”
“Easy, baby,” I murmur, close to her ear, anchoring her to me. “No is no. I knew that would be your answer. I wanted you to know I’m okay with that.” I begin caressing her body all over, her backside, her belly, her sex, over and over again. “But it can be incredible. You across my lap. Me stroking you between your legs, preparing you. And, oh God, baby, when it’s done and I’m inside you, it’s an orgasm you will never believe.” My fingers slide down the crevice of her backside, to her sex.
“Tyler,” she pants.
I move her near the desk and press her hands to the wood, “What are you doing?” she asks anxiously, eyeing me over her shoulder.
“Admiring your beautiful ass.” I stroke her between her legs, my fingers sliding inside her in a quick tease that has her arching into the touch. Once I know she’s lost in the sensation, I squeeze her cheek before I give it a tiny smack.
She yelps and rotates to face me, her breasts all bountiful as she confronts me, grasping the desk on either side of her. “What was that?” she demands.
I pull her into my arms. “A love pat, baby. Just a love pat.” I kiss her hard and fast, and she tangles her fingers into my hair, giving it a rough tug.
“You’re brutal.”
“Hmmm. And you like it, baby. You know you do.”
“Too much,” she whispers, and there’s a shift in the air, an emotional bomb that just landed right there between us, dropped by the heavens above I swear, because I didn’t do it. And I don’t even think she did.
“Now it’s my turn to order you around,” she says. “Get undressed.”
“Only if I can spank you,” I say.
“Not this time,” she whispers, her fingers stroking the stubble on my jaw.
“That’s not a no.”
“It’s not a yes.”
“I can live with a maybe,” I say, and I step back from her, and pull my shirt over my head.
She smiles at what she sees and says, “Now I can watch you.”
I laugh. “Yes. Now you can watch me.”
When I have put on my show for her and I’m naked, my cock jutting forward so freaking hard it hurts, she eyes me and licks her lips. “You’ll pay for that,” I promise her. “Because I haven’t even gotten started with you tonight.” I hold up the condom in my hand. “Come put it on for me.”
She pushes off the desk and does as I’ve ordered, stopping in front of me and taking the condom in one hand and my cock in the other. “You don’t need this. I’m still on the pill and if you give me something, I know where you live and work. I will come at you, no matter who your fiancée is.” She tosses the condom.