Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 27796 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 139(@200wpm)___ 111(@250wpm)___ 93(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27796 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 139(@200wpm)___ 111(@250wpm)___ 93(@300wpm)
“Neither is underestimating your game,” I reply, my voice rough as I step closer, our bodies almost touching. Her hands come up, resting on my chest as she looks up at me, those green eyes daring me to make a move.
“You’re playing with fire, precious,” I growl, my fingers pressing harder against her thigh, inching closer to the heat between her legs.
“Maybe I like the burn,” she whispers back, her breath hot against my neck as her hands slide lower, down to the waistband of my jeans.
God, I’m in so deep with this woman.
Two more balls drop into the pockets. Ruby’s on a roll. She’s got that confident swagger as she lines up her next shot, and I can’t help but admire the way she moves, completely in control. I step up behind her, close enough that I can feel the heat radiating off her body.
“You underestimated your experience,” I murmur, my breath hot against her neck.
She doesn’t miss a beat, pressing her ass back into me with a teasing smirk. “I’ve got a feeling you did too.” Her words are a challenge, one I’m more than ready to meet.
I groan softly as my hand travels up her waist, stopping just near the curve of her breast. Her body reacts instantly, her breath hitching in her throat, but she doesn’t pull away. “Never,” I growl, and before she can respond, I dust my fingertip across her nipple through the fabric of her dress. I feel it harden under my touch, and she moans, leaning back into me.
“Take your shot,” I whisper, pinching her nipple just hard enough to make her gasp. She pulls back the cue with trembling hands, but it’s no use—the ball ricochets off the table, nowhere near its target.
Ruby spins around to face me, her bottom lip jutted out in the cutest pout. “That’s not fair,” she says, eyes flashing with playful defiance.
“Neither is underestimating your game,” I shoot back, grinning at her as I lean closer.
She narrows her eyes but doesn’t back down. “Oh, it’s on now, playboy. You don’t know who you’re messing with.” Before I can respond, her hand is sliding down the front of my jeans, palming my cock through the fabric. The pressure of her grip makes me suck in a sharp breath, the sensation nearly knocking me off balance. Damn, this girl knows exactly what she’s doing.
I step back, needing a second to regain control. The way her wild hair falls in loose waves, the gleam in her eyes—it’s all too much, and I know I’m in deeper than I thought. “Fuck me, precious,” I mutter under my breath, eyeing the table as I circle around, trying to focus on the game.
I bend down to line up my shot, but as I do, her breasts come into view, barely hidden beneath that dress. My focus wavers. “Problem, playboy?” she taunts, licking her lips as she reaches up and tugs the neckline of her dress just a little lower, revealing more of her cleavage.
“Not at all,” I grit out, determined to get through this shot. But then she trails her finger up her chest, slowly, teasingly, and that’s it. My control snaps. My arm jerks, and the cue ball bounces off the table, completely missing its mark.
“Jesus,” I groan, standing upright and hooking my thumb into the pocket of my jeans as I watch her. She’s a vision—a damn sexy devil meant to test every ounce of my self-control. She knows it too, that smug smile playing on her lips as she straightens up and takes another sip of her drink. I don’t know how I resisted her for so many weeks while we built the new library together. And then I remember: because she deserves it, and my only goal now is to be the man that she deserves.
“You’re quite the distraction tonight,” I say, moving in close again. This time, my hand slides up the inside of her thigh, pushing the fabric of her dress aside until my fingers find the soft satin of her panties.
“Mmm…” she hums, her hips instinctively shifting toward my touch.
We’re in the back of the bar, not entirely private but tucked away enough that no one’s paying attention. I block the view with my body, angling myself to shield her from anyone who might look over. “Next time I see you, I don’t want you wearing these,” I growl in her ear, tugging the satin to the side and feeling the slick heat of her arousal against my fingers.
“Doesn’t seem to be a problem right now,” she whispers, arching her back as I slide my fingers between her folds, teasing her.
“Imagine what I could do without this flimsy barrier.” I thrust two fingers into her, moving slowly, savoring the way her body responds to me. She moans softly, her hips rocking in time with my movements. “Take your shot, sweetheart,” I whisper, my lips brushing her ear. “Take your shot while my fingers are inside you.”