Total pages in book: 64
Estimated words: 61337 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 307(@200wpm)___ 245(@250wpm)___ 204(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61337 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 307(@200wpm)___ 245(@250wpm)___ 204(@300wpm)
“Only touch yours.” His answer is fast. Then he does it. He leans forward, my eyes close and I start counting. Not out of nervousness but to control myself from climbing him like he’s my own personal tree. When I get to ten and his lips haven’t touched mine, but I can still feel his breath hard and steady on me, my eyes spring open to see him watching me thoughtfully. The hard gaze that usually travels is gone. There’s curiosity and maybe something else, I’m not really sure. Then, like a brick wall coming down between us, it’s gone, and I’m left with his hard eyes that once again hold mystery.
“If you aren’t going to—” I look down at his lips, and he licks them, distracting me. But only for a second before I look back up to him. I can feel his erection between my legs, so I know he wants me, that much is obvious. He also seems to have more restraint than any other men I’ve been with. He draws it out, making me wither where I stand.
“Aren’t going to what?” he asks me, not moving an inch.
I start to fidget on the spot. He groans as I do and immediately I stop, realizing I’m just pushing myself into him. More into his very hard erection.
My mouth opens. Then closes. Then opens again. Just as I think he’s about to lean forward and kiss me for real this time, his cell starts ringing. He ignores it, staring at me until it rings again. I take a deep breath realizing I can breathe again.
Was I holding my breath?
No, I couldn’t have been.
So why is my heart pumping so hard in my chest like I’ve deprived it of oxygen?
“I’m just going to—” I hook a thumb over my shoulder and he pulls the cell away, looking at me. His eyes roam me as he covers the speaker and stares.
“Work. We’re going to work.” He doesn’t need to tell me I need to change. I know I do, so I back up, watching him as I make my way to my room, hitting my door as I go in. His eyes watch me as he speaks low into his cell while scrunching his nose up only a few times before his eyes train back on me. Nodding my head, I duck into my room then quickly strip the dress off, pulling my clothes from my drawer as I try to find my work outfit. I pull out a simple black shirt and skirt which I will match with some boots. The outfit is nice and clean, but sides on the tip of being sexy which is what the club wants.
I read the agreement.
And I’m trying very hard to be a well-educated employee, even if it takes all my restraint not to do the things I want to do to that man standing at my front door. Because believe me, I want to do things to him, starting with removing all his clothes from his body and running my hands underneath.
“We gotta—” He stops mid-sentence, looking at me, but his eyes aren’t trained on my face. No, they’re trained on my body which only has white lingerie on thanks to my perfect, white Marilyn dress. It takes him a moment to compose himself before he looks at my face, it makes me stand taller knowing that this man, who sees naked woman all the time is stopped in his tracks staring at me.
I like it.
A little too much.
He walks away not finishing his sentence as I slide the shirt and skirt on, followed by my boots.
11
Creed
I’ve never needed as much restraint in my life as I do with her. Never. I want to touch every bit of her body until I’ve had my fill, and even then, I don’t think it would be enough. Trying not to kiss her was harder than I thought, way fucking harder. But I wasn’t lying, she does need to work tonight as there’s a late clientele party happening. Regulars spoil the girls, and the girls, well, the girls spoil them back for a good hour.
I offered to pick her up because I know what she’s been through recently, and to be honest, I don’t like the idea of her walking the streets alone. And if she happened to walk across what she witnessed that other night, I wouldn’t be able to help her.
She walks out as I stand next to my car waiting for her. I couldn’t stay in that tiny space a second longer. Every inch of it smells of her, possibly because it’s so fucking small, or just because I had her body on mine and it sent me into fucking overdrive to want to bend her over and smack her fucking ass to show her who’s boss. Her bag is in her hand, and seeing her out of that white dress, which clung to her so fucking perfectly, had me going insane.