Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 81083 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 405(@200wpm)___ 324(@250wpm)___ 270(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81083 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 405(@200wpm)___ 324(@250wpm)___ 270(@300wpm)
God, I wanted to draw this out. Wanted to squeeze every last drop of tension out of her before I sent her flying, but the rational part of my mind knew we didn’t have time. The last thing I needed was us pulling up to the event and the driver opening the door for the entire world to see me making Alex come on my fingers.
I had to be quick.
“I need you to know,” I said, pulling back enough so I could catch every emotion playing across her beautiful face. “That later, I’m going to take my time with you.” I pumped my fingers into her heat, faster, curling them when she whimpered. “Later, I’m going to explore every inch of your body.” I gave her a punishing kiss before pulling back again, relishing the way she was trembling beneath me as I held her poised on the edge of release. “I’m going to tease you until you’re begging for my cock.”
“Ethan,” she said, her brows drawn together as her thighs clenched on either side of me. I stilled my relentless pumping, relishing the feel of her heartbeat around my fingers. Her eyes flew wide, lust-hazy and filled with frustration.
“Do you understand?” I asked, my entire body aching at the sight of her prone and on the edge, begging me to push her over.
“Yes,” she said. “Yes. Please—”
I pumped my fingers into her, grinding the heel of my palm against her swollen clit with enough pressure that she moaned, her head arching back as she bucked her hips into my hand, chasing her pleasure with an unabashed sense of urgency. Her pussy fluttered around my fingers as she rocked into my hand, drawing out her orgasm as her nails dug into my chest.
She was the most beautiful thing I’d ever fucking seen—all flushed and pleasure ridden.
I worked her down slowly, kissing her with languid, possessive laps of my tongue, sweeping into her mouth just like I intended to do when I got between her thighs.
Later.
I had to wait.
And it would be so beyond worth it.
I kissed her softly, gently pulling my hand from between her thighs, bringing my fingers to my mouth. Her eyes flared when I sucked her flavor off of them.
Jesus fucking Christ, she tasted like a dream—all salt and sugar and mine.
For the next month, she was fucking mine.
I groaned around her taste. “No wonder I’m starved for you,” I said, relishing the way her hazy eyes fluttered at my words. I gently shifted us back up to sitting, helping her smooth her dress back in place, and she straightened my jacket.
“Maybe we should skip this,” I said, stealing another kiss from her swollen lips. Thank God she didn’t have lipstick on or it would be beyond obvious what we’d just done. The flush on her skin and the look in her eyes was already giving a lot away. Not that I gave a shit who knew.
But I wanted her to be comfortable, and the lines we were crossing were anything but simple.
“I have to fly out tomorrow. I don’t want to waste a second of our time together,” I continued.
“This is important to Asher,” she argued. “You told me it was. You can’t bail on your friend.”
“I would for you,” I said with all honesty. I could explain later. Asher would get it—
“No,” she said, fixing her hair from where it had gotten a little unkempt. “You bought me this dress,” she continued. “Don’t you want to dance with me in it?”
I smirked. “As long as I’m with you.”
She pressed her lips together, fighting another bright smile. “Plus, I’m still shadowing you, Mr. Berkley.”
“Fuck,” I said. “When you speak all professional like that, it really makes me want to skip this party.”
The car slowed to a stop, and the flash of over fifty cameras burst outside the tinted windows.
“You promised me later,” she whispered. “I’ll hold you to that.”
The door swung open, and I took her hand to help her out of the car. The media was out in full force, snapping pictures as we walked the red carpet into the event, passing more than a few Carolina Reapers who’d stopped to answer questions on our way.
“An hour,” I whispered into her ear. “That’s all I’ll be able to wait.”
CHAPTER 8
Alexandra
My heart raced for an entirely different reason than the flashes from the paparazzi’s cameras, and despite having gotten somewhat used to their presence whenever I went out with Ethan, I don’t think I’d ever fully become accustomed to it.
Jesus, I hope the cameras didn’t pick up on the lust no doubt blistering my skin or swirling in my eyes. My heat still throbbed with the aftereffects of what Ethan had just done to me in the car.
Oh God, what have I gotten myself into?
I’d agreed to thirty days with him, just like I would have with any other potential date, but everything was different with Ethan. Our professional relationship made this way more complicated than it needed to be. He knew it, I knew it, but for some unknown reason, we both didn’t care.