Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 66074 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 330(@200wpm)___ 264(@250wpm)___ 220(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66074 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 330(@200wpm)___ 264(@250wpm)___ 220(@300wpm)
She slowly shook her head, desire glazing over her eyes.
“I have four years of fantasies that revolve around you, Bristol. Now, I have no problem putting that shirt on, going back downstairs, and trying not to stare at you from across the room while those fantasies play out in my head, but I’d much rather lay you down on that bed and feel you come around my cock, so you’d better tell me what you want.” There. Ball was in her court.
She unhooked her finger and stepped back.
Well, shit. Disappointment tasted bitter, but at least I’d been honest with her.
She reached under her arm and dragged the zipper of her gown down, sending the garment fluttering to the floor in a pile of green silk.
I nearly swallowed my damned tongue. She stood before me in a black, strapless corset that caressed every curve and matching panties. Fucking incredible. Then, she kicked out of her heels and lifted her chin as we locked eyes.
Mine.
“Bristol.” Her name passed my lips like a warning.
“I’ve spent all week trying to stop thinking about this...but I can’t.” She shook her head. “So I have a proposition for you.”
“You want to talk business right now?” My eyebrows jolted upward. “Because baby, my head is a little preoccupied with—” I gestured down her body.
A slow, sexy smile spread across her face. “I propose we…” She swallowed;. “...indulge. Once. Just once. No strings. No expectations. Because I want everything you said. Especially the part where you fuck me, Cormac.” Her tongue skimmed her lower lip.
“Once.”
“Once,” she whispered.
Whatever was left of my self-control broke.
I was on her in less than a second, grabbing her ass and lifting her into my arms as I crushed my mouth to hers. She locked her ankles around my waist, wound her arms around my neck, and kissed me back just as hard. There wasn’t even air between us.
“The GQ guy…” I managed to mutter against her mouth as I carried her down the hallway. As much as I wanted this—fucking needed it—I wasn’t going to be the reason her company lost exposure like that.
“He already saw the tux on the red carpet. Don’t worry.” She yanked my mouth back to hers, darting her tongue past my lips as her fingers tangled in my hair.
I groaned and sank into the kiss, tilting my head for a deeper angle as I walked us into the bedroom. Thank God the lights were already on. I didn’t want to miss a single second of this. “Tell me you’re sure.” We’d made it to the bed.
“I’m sure.” She nipped my lower lip and lifted her brows. “Besides, it’s not like this means anything, right?” There was a difference in her tone when she said it—lighter, almost flirtatious, and it made the corners of my mouth quirk up.
“It never does.” I grinned, then fused our mouths in a deep kiss as I lowered her to the bed and settled over her. Bracing my weight on my elbow so I didn’t crush her luscious frame, I sent my other hand exploring as our tongues danced and tangled.
Her breasts were high and strained against the silky material of the corset. I cupped one, strumming my thumb over her nipple. Bristol moaned, and I dipped under the fabric to pluck and tease the hardened tip.
“You feel like silk under my hands.” I kissed her jaw, her neck, her collarbone. “So fucking perfect.”
Bristol’s fingers tightened in my hair, sending a jolt of pleasure that bordered on pain down my spine as I took the peak of one breast into my mouth and sucked.
“Cormac!” Her whole body bowed off the bed.
“So sensitive,” I murmured against her skin. “Have I told you how incredibly sexy you look in this?” My hands ran down the sides of the corset, and I located the zipper at the seam. At least I wouldn’t have to worry about shredding the laces to get her out of it.
“Take it off.” She rolled slightly, exposing the zipper like she’d read my mind.
“So bossy.” I grazed her nipple with my teeth, then dragged down the zipper, kissing each inch of skin as it was exposed along her ribcage, her waist, the flare of her hip. Then the lingerie was on the ground.
My tongue traced the string of her thong, and Bristol rocked above me when I caressed a particularly sensitive spot, so I lingered, sucking and licking just above the heat of her pussy as she gasped and whimpered.
“I need you.” She yanked on my hair.
“You want me. Don’t worry, you’ll know what needing feels like in just a few minutes.” I locked eyes with her and hooked my fingers through the straps of her thong, looking for permission.
She tugged her lower lip between her teeth with a nod and arched her hips.