Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 97574 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 488(@200wpm)___ 390(@250wpm)___ 325(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97574 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 488(@200wpm)___ 390(@250wpm)___ 325(@300wpm)
It has a high back and sheer curtains.
Secluded and exposed at the same time.
Ty is daring me again.
Why is he so good at daring me?
I move into the booth. Check the space.
A low couch, more suited for drinks than dinner.
Drinks.
Or sex.
It's about the size of my room, with a soft floor, a low table, flickering candles.
Beautiful.
But too far from the view.
I can only see one sliver of skyline. Blue against fluorescent yellow and steel. The big silver moon.
God, it's beautiful. Especially in the dark. There's something about the city at night. This power and peace.
It takes my breath away.
I must stare for a while, because I'm still sitting, my eyes on the view, when Ty returns, a Manhattan in each hand.
He moves into the booth. Sits next to me.
"Thanks." I pick up my drink. Take a sip. Let the familiar taste of bourbon and vermouth flood my senses. "You always order a Manhattan."
He raises a brow.
"Part of your… when in Rome credo?"
"Usually, I drink it straight."
"But…"
"I like tasting your lips." He gives me a slow once-over. It's pure desire.
Fuck. I'm not ready to answer his dare. Not yet. I stand. Motion to the open space. After you.
He follows me onto the balcony.
All the way to the railing.
I take a long sip. Let the bourbon warm my lips and dissolve my inhibitions.
If I know Ty, this is expensive bourbon. And it's good. The perfect mix of sweet, rich, spicy.
Ty watches me study the city. "Twenty-two years and you're still in love."
"I'll never get tired of it." How could I? There's something about the soft yellow against the deep blue sky. All these buildings, offices, homes, people, and they're all awake and alive.
Is there anything better than the city at night?
If there is, I haven't seen it.
Admiration slips into his voice. "That's one of the things I love about you."
Love. That's a loaded word. I try to ignore it. "Thank you."
We stand there in silence, the word hanging in the air.
Slowly, we finish our drinks.
Ty takes my empty glass. Looks to the restaurant. Then the booth.
"Are you hungry?" he asks.
"No."
"You are."
"This first. Please."
He half-smiles. "I should make you wait."
"Maybe." I rest my hand on his chest. Dig my fingers into the soft fabric of his shirt. "But you're not that cruel."
"Yes, I am." He leans in to press his lips to mine. "But I’m feeling generous." He places the cups on an empty table. "So, Indie. Tell me what you want. Right now."
"What I want?"
"Anything. Tell me and I'll decide if I'm going to give it to you."
Chapter Twenty-Two
Ty
Her eyes fix on mine.
Her cheeks flush.
She's shy, but she's eager too.
"You know what I want," she says. "You always do."
Yes, but I still need her to say it. "Tell me."
"What I said. Yesterday."
"What's that?" I run my thumb over her lower lip.
"Ty—"
"Say it."
"I want you to fuck my mouth." She raises her voice. "Please."
"Please?"
"Please, sir."
Fuck. My balls tighten. I want her. I want her every way I can have her. And this—
I study her. The intensity in her eyes. The part of her lips. The heave of her chest.
She's here. And she's tuned to me.
It's what I want.
The only thing I want.
"I won't go easy on you," I say.
Her pupils dilate. "I wouldn't want you to, sir."
Fuck. "Sit down. Wait for me."
She moves into the booth.
I need to make her wait. And I need to get ahold of myself.
I slip into the restaurant. To the bathroom. Piss. Clean up. Inhale deep breaths.
She trusts me.
But not completely.
I need to be careful with her.
I need to earn all her trust.
I move through the restaurant, onto the balcony, to the booth.
Indigo is sitting in the middle of the red couch, her knees pressed together, her lips in a pout.
"Stand up." I move closer. So the sheer curtains are behind me.
She rises.
"Someone might see." I motion to the balcony behind us. "The waitress might get curious." I motion to the building across the street. "Someone working late might get a show."
Her eyes brighten.
"Is that what you want, baby?" I take another step toward her. "You want someone to see me fuck your pretty mouth?"
"Yes."
It fills my head—the two of us in some crowded club, Indigo on her knees, her lips wrapped around my cock. "You want someone to see how well you suck cock?"
"Yes, sir." She takes a half-step toward me. "If it's you. And it won't cause lasting consequences. Then yes, I want someone to see." Her eyes meet mine. "I want someone to watch you have your way with me."
My cock whines.
I take a deep breath. Try to straighten my thoughts. She's ready to fall into this. She's on the edge.
Indigo is begging to suck me off. Why the fuck am I hesitating?
I exhale. Let my voice drop. "Come here."
She brings her hands to my waist.