Total pages in book: 43
Estimated words: 40189 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 201(@200wpm)___ 161(@250wpm)___ 134(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 40189 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 201(@200wpm)___ 161(@250wpm)___ 134(@300wpm)
"That had nothing to do with it." I step into my bedroom, hitting the lights. "I didn't want to let you through the doors because I knew you were going to end up right here." I nuzzle her neck, nipping at her skin. "You really should have run when you had the chance. Now, you're here and I might not let you leave again."
"Promise?" She holds her hand out, her pinky extended.
Jesus Christ. Is she asking me to pinky promise not to let her go?
My fucking heart isn't going to survive Gemma Marsh. I already know it. She's going to own every damn inch of it. She's already well on her way, entire sections falling under her spell.
I hook my pinky through hers, bringing her hand to my mouth to seal my promise with a kiss. She stares at me with wide, earnest eyes, still far too damn innocent for a man like me. I plan to defile her anyway, in every single way she'll let me.
"What could you possibly want to show me here, hmm?" she asks, popping her eyes open wide to look at the bed in a way that scream she's giving me shit. Humor dances through her expression, lighting her up.
"Kiss me before I decide to spank you for fucking with me," I mutter, shaking my head at her.
She giggles, tipping her face up to me.
I nip her bottom lip, brushing my nose against hers. "You still want to know what it's like to be tied down while I'm all over you, Dilemma?"
"Yes." She quivers in my arms, no hesitation in her answer.
Jesus. She's fearless. I love that about her. Most people have reservations and doubts. They don't know who they are or what they want and that scares the hell out of them. Not Gemma. She knows who she is and what she wants, and that doesn't frighten her at all. She's eager to know and embrace this side of herself, and she doesn't hesitate. She dives right in, her eyes wide open.
I kiss her hard on the mouth, palming her ass before I slide her down my body, keeping her tucked up against me until her feet are on the floor and I'm sure she's steady. Once I'm confident she can stand on her own, I release her, taking a step back. "Go sit on the bed, beautiful."
She cocks her head to the side, a question in her eyes. Instead of asking it, she shrugs and turns on her heel, her hips swaying as she strides toward my bed. I swallow hard, watching the way her ass moves in that fucking dress.
She's going to be sorely disappointed if she thinks she's leaving here in it in the morning. One way or another, it'll be in scraps on the floor by the end of the night. She'll wear my clothes home. If I let her leave. Shit. I might just keep her permanently on my cock.
"Heels stay on," I order, halting her before she can kick them off. Those, I want to feel in my back while I'm fucking her.
She shoots me a little smirk over her shoulder and then scrambles onto the bed, flashing her ass at me. I palm my cock through my pants when her juicy cunt peeps out at me. Before I can get too carried away, she flips over, settling into the center of my bed.
"Oh, I like this bed." She beams at me, as radiant as the sun. "It's comfortable."
"It should be. It cost Roman a fortune."
"He bought your bed?"
"It was a gift or some shit like that. Apparently, I'm a cranky bastard when I don't sleep. His words, not mine."
Her delighted laugh floats after me as I stride toward the closet. "He was being polite. You're actually cranky all the time, Bronx. And bossy too."
"You haven't seen bossy yet, Dilemma." I strip out of my jacket and tie, setting them aside, and then set to work on the buttons of my shirt, sliding them through the holes. My belt and shoes go next. I leave the pants on for now. "You haven't seen cranky yet either."
"Uh, I beg to differ," she calls. "You've been bossing me around since I met you. And you've been cranky about it. Come here. Do this. Don't do that." She deepens her voice, mimicking my tone.
I shake my head, smiling. She sounds like a robotic caveman, and somehow, even that's sexy as hell. I've officially lost it over this girl. I don't think she even has a clue how crazy I am about her.
I grab what I need from the shelf and step out of the closet, groaning at the sight of her. She's sprawled out across my bed with her arms thrown out wide. She keeps her legs crossed, her feet dangling off the edge.