Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 57909 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 290(@200wpm)___ 232(@250wpm)___ 193(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57909 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 290(@200wpm)___ 232(@250wpm)___ 193(@300wpm)
Roman’s smirk was wiped clean off his face. Rebekah however, looked somewhat jubilant.
“Have I made myself perfectly clear?”
Roman cleared his throat and nodded before pushing his wife along so he could make his hasty exit.
The restaurant had fallen quiet, diners casting me nervous looks as they feigned hushed conversation with each other. Returning to my seat, I unfolded the white napkin over my lap and smiled at the gorgeous woman sitting across from me.
“Let’s eat,” I announced. Britta picked up her knife and fork and cut the steak in half and using the fork, placed a piece on my salad.
“Ah, my night just got better.”
Britta giggled, and when the waiter poured wine into a fresh glass, we raised our glasses in a toast.
“To having each other’s back.”
Britta carved a piece of steak and placed it in her mouth. She did it seductively, emphasizing her lips sliding over the fork.
“What are you doing?” I asked, knowing full well what she was doing.
“Just thinking about later,” she replied, cocking a brow.
“And what exactly is happening later?”
“Well...” she said, dangling her fork as if lost in thought, “... you kind of turned me on just now, and I want to show you my appreciation.”
I leaned back in my chair, watching this pure creature in front of me. There was a moment of sadness when I remembered while we were so perfect for each other, we could be nothing more without hurting those around us.
Pushing the negative to the side, I focused on the right now.
“How can I say no to that?”
“Wouldn’t matter if you did.”
We both laughed at her brazen flirtation.
“As much as I’d like to get between your legs this very moment, you my dear have had a long day and need your energy. Eat, and then I will offer you my body so you can fulfill your wildest fantasies... on me.”
Again, Britta laughed, the earlier altercation long erased.
Roman had returned to his table, his narrowed spiteful eyes still locked on Britta. I wouldn’t make any more of a fuss. Rather, I’d wait until the opportune time presented itself, and Roman would be sorry he ever pursued her.
Chapter 17
Britta
Hawk’s hand inched up my thigh, sneaking between my legs while he drove. Having caught a cab to the restaurant, I accepted Hawk’s offer for a lift home, because I was eager for what was to come. I let his finger hook under my panties and slide straight in my pussy. He was focused on the road ahead but gently moved in and out for the journey home. Hawk was warming me up, and I sat back and enjoyed the sensations he’d happily given me.
“We’re here,” I heard his gravelly voice stir me into the present.
Hawk pulled out and exited the car, leaving me in a state of arousal. Within moments, he was opening my door and hoisting me over his shoulder. Receiving a slap on the ass, I squealed, and he chuckled in response. I hoped whatever he had in store for me involved more of that. Hawk carried me through the foyer, the concierge giving him a playful smile.
When the elevator doors closed on us, he slid me down his hard body until I wrapped my legs around his waist. Sandwiching me against the wall of the lift, the cold glass chilled my skin, Hawk crushed his lips to mine and that familiar ache between my legs returned. It was deep and passionate, typical Hawk style. It was like he’d taken possession, and I was willing to hand myself over to him. I felt like a wanton whore for how much I craved this man’s cock, for how much I wanted him moving inside of me.
The elevator doors opened and I was carried through the penthouse, down the hall, and to his spacious bedroom. His entire house was in darkness except for the silver glow of the city lights filtering through. It was an eerie, sensual feeling, my skin prickling with a strong lust. Lowering me to the bed, he stepped back, unbuttoning his shirt and pulling it over his broad shoulders. I wanted to run my hands over his body and lick every inch of his tattoos. They covered both arms, chest, back, and neck and he looked sexy as fuck all inked up. Hawk wasted no time in tearing my skirt down over my ankles.
“Open,” he commanded, and I did as he said. Dropping between my spread legs, his hungry mouth found my pussy, kissing and licking. I squirmed on the bed, my clit teased and tormented. One hand gripped his hair, the other tore at the sheets. I moaned loudly, becoming almost frantic from the pleasure. His finger pushed in, and I automatically started clenching around him. Hawk knew precisely what my body needed and demanded. He knew how to get me off and now was no exception. No man had fucked me the way Hawk fucked me, maybe that was why I’d keep on coming back when I knew I shouldn’t.