Total pages in book: 40
Estimated words: 36999 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 185(@200wpm)___ 148(@250wpm)___ 123(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 36999 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 185(@200wpm)___ 148(@250wpm)___ 123(@300wpm)
"Oh my god."
"And every fucking time your little dresses get shorter, I consider how easy it'd be for me to slide your panties aside and fuck you from behind in about eighty different places in this goddamn shop." He rips his mouth from my skin, his eyes glittering with lust as they meet mine. "No one is judging you, Elodie. Least of all a motherfucker like me."
"You t-treat me like you hate me. You're constantly growling about my clothes or my makeup or my hair." My stomach churns at the reminder.
"No, I treat you like I'm going to lose my fucking mind if anyone looks at you the same way I do." He tips my head up, his hand deceptively gentle. "I'm jealous as hell when it comes to you, princess. You're the only goddamn thing I see. And it pisses me off that you can't stand to be in the same room as me when I spend every fucking day just waiting to breath the same air as you."
"I…" I swallow hard, stunned. "I thought you hated me."
"Yeah, well, you thought wrong. The only thing I hate is that you won't give me the time of day." He presses his forehead to mine. "I fucked up with you the day we met, and you haven't let me forget it. I'm losing my fucking mind trying to wait you out."
"I'm so confused."
This isn't how today was supposed to go. He was supposed to yell at me for stealing the invitation. I was supposed to get snarky. And then we'd go back to circling around one another in the same careful dance we've been doing for the last two months. This isn't that. This isn't remotely close to that.
"Let me unconfuse you then," he says, slipping his hand down my body. He leaves a trail of fire everywhere he touches. "You're mine, Elodie. If you didn't want to be mine, you shouldn't have stolen that invitation. If you want to play, you'll play with me. If you want to come, you'll come for me. No one else fucking touches you. No one else even looks at you."
"You're the one with invitations to BDSM clubs lying around, Coby."
"Roman gave it to me because I help Bronx out with security sometimes. I've never fucked around in the club. I've never stepped foot inside unless it was for work." He meets my gaze, letting me know that he's serious. "I'm not interested in anything in that club, Elodie."
"What…" I lick my lips, trying to work moisture back into my mouth. "What are you interested in?"
"Are you sure you want to know?"
"Yes," I whisper.
He smirks, leaning one arm on the wall above my head as his fingertips slide along my thigh. "The only thing that interests me is seeing how many times and how hard I can make you come. You'll be doing it over and over again. On my fingers, my tongue, and my cock. I won't stop until you're too blissed out to keep going."
Sweet merciful Jesus. I think I'm dreaming. I have to be because he doesn't say things like this to me anywhere except in the deepest recesses of my mind when I'm tucked in my bed, sleeping peacefully.
"Tell me you want the same thing, and it's yours, princess," he growls. "But I need to hear you say this is what you want. I won't take what you aren't willing to give me."
I should tell him no. It's the rational, responsible thing to do. We're coworkers. Keegan works here too. There are a thousand reasons this is a bad idea. But none of that seems to matter when he's pressed up against me, dangling a carrot in front of my face. The only thing that seems to matter is how much I want to know exactly what it feels like to come apart in his arms. I want it more than I want air or water or shelter. If we need those to survive; I need this to sustain me.
"Keegan can't know," I blurt before I lose the nerve. "If we do this, you can't tell him about us." I don't want to be the reason their friendship and business falls apart. And if anything could ruin it, it'd be this. Keegan isn't unreasonable, but sleeping with your best friend's sibling is an inviolable rule. He wouldn't take it well.
He's kicked friends out of his life before over me. When I was sixteen, his friend, Parker, tried to kiss me. Keegan broke his jaw and never said another word to him. He hasn't trusted anyone else around me since then. I don't want to be the reason he stops trusting Coby when he's closer to Coby than he's ever been to anyone else.
"I'm not interested in being a dirty little secret," Coby says, disapproval heavy in his voice.