Total pages in book: 105
Estimated words: 98398 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 492(@200wpm)___ 394(@250wpm)___ 328(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 98398 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 492(@200wpm)___ 394(@250wpm)___ 328(@300wpm)
“Fine, let me go, Harrison.”
“Better, but no.”
“I’m not your whore. You do not get to trade an apartment for sexual favors.”
“I never said you were my whore. I never treated you like my whore. Do you want to talk about what happened yesterday? Fine. If you want me to spank you again like the brat you’re being, I am more than happy to oblige, but you are not leaving this apartment.”
“I need…” My words trailed off as I tried to figure out what I needed.
I needed to know that I had earned my success honestly. I needed to not be attracted to a man who was not only my boss but engaged to be married to another woman. I needed to feel in control again, something I hadn’t felt since the moment I met him. I needed to get away from him and his seductive influence.
I needed him out of my life.
His hand moved to my face, cupping my jaw and tilting my head up so my gaze met his. “Tell me what you need.”
That warm, floaty feeling started to build in my core again, and I didn’t know how to tell him I needed to run as far away from him as possible. So I didn’t say anything.
“Okay, let me tell you what I need, and we can go from there.”
I nodded.
“What I need is very simple here, Eddie. I need to know that you are safe and will make it to work on time. I need this day to be over because it has been unbelievably long and wretched. I need you to let me do this for you right now. We can talk about it again tomorrow, and we can work out something more permanent, but I need to know that you are not going to freeze to death in your sleep. Or be accosted by crack addicts trying to sell your kidneys for a hit.”
“Fine,” I said, giving in. “I will stay for now.”
My eyes flashed down to his lips and then back to his eyes. We were standing close enough for the warmth of his body to radiate into mine, for the scent of the whiskey that he had drunk earlier to waft between us.
“Good, now let’s discuss what I want,” he stated.
My mouth went dry. Was this the part where he treated me like a whore who needed to serve him to earn my keep? Since my heart was in my throat, I just nodded.
His thumb moved over my lower lip. “I need you under me. I need to feel this sweet mouth wrapped around my cock. I need to hear you moan again.”
He pushed his thumb into my mouth, forcing me to suck it.
As he mesmerized me with the lust-filled look in his gaze, I could almost feel the sting of his hand on my ass like some sort of pleasurable, phantom pain.
Heat pooled between my legs. The dirty truth of it was, I wanted to be his whore. I wanted him to force me to my knees.
I wanted it… but it was the last thing I needed.
Tightening my abdominal muscles to brace for his inevitable rage, I wrapped my hand around his wrist and gently pulled his thumb out of my mouth.
I took a step back… and then poked the beast. “How does it feel to want?” I challenged.
CHAPTER 20
HARRISON
There was the barest of moments when what she’d said didn’t register.
Someplace in my mind asserted that she couldn’t possibly have just said what I thought I heard.
To challenge me in that way would be akin to a kitten going up to a lion and biting its paw just to get a rise out of him.
Bold. Intriguing. Sexy. Confident.
Sure, it was all those things, but it was also the very definition of begging for it.
The apartment was silent, except for the muted sounds of the city filtering through the windows.
Very calmly, I shrugged out of my coat, folded it in half, and draped it over the nearest chair. I then unbuckled and flipped open the leather satchel I used as a laptop bag and pulled out the small, black plastic bag nestled inside.
Turning my back to her, I dumped the sack’s contents out onto the hall table, cracking open the hard plastic packaging of one item, while tearing off the tag of another.
Finally, the silence was too much for her. “In case it wasn’t clear, that was your cue to leave. I said I’d stay here for the night but that’s only because you made going back to my own apartment a little tricky. Once the dust clears, I’m sure I’ll be able to convince my landlord to forget about it.”
I kept my back turned as I unhooked my gold cuff links and untied my tuxedo bow tie before tossing them both in the expensive Murano glass bowl.