Total pages in book: 52
Estimated words: 52699 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 263(@200wpm)___ 211(@250wpm)___ 176(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 52699 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 263(@200wpm)___ 211(@250wpm)___ 176(@300wpm)
WILLFULLY (ADV.)
REFERRING TO DOING SOMETHING INTENTIONALLY, PURPOSEFULLY AND STUBBORNLY
ELIZABETH
Damien
You looked sexy as hell in that lavender dress today.
I’m wearing jeans now because you tore off the zipper…
Damien
I’m not sorry. :)
Can you do me a favor?
Yes.
Damien
I need you to host the research team for the strategy meeting at your place today.
Something came up, and I can’t.
Something like the fact that you hate interns?
Damien
That, too, but also something serious.
I can host.
Is everything okay?
He didn’t text me back.
“We’ll need to order takeout on a schedule,” I said, escorting the team of ten into my place. “I vote for Chinese on Saturday for lunch, but you guys can pick whatever you want all the other days.”
“Do you have anything we can cook here tonight?” Amanda asked.
“Nothing edible, but feel free to check my fridge and see for yourself.” I plugged in my laptop, waiting for her to return with her takeout requests.
“It must be nice to think wine and filet mignon aren’t worthy of eating,” she said, placing a silver platter in front of me. “You’ve got a stack of those that we can definitely eat,” she said.
“She’s also got everything we need for pasta and plenty of other stuff!” Rob called out.
Confused, I entered my kitchen and rummaged through the fully stocked refrigerator. My pantries were full of gourmet foods I didn’t buy, and the standing fridge and wine cooler looked like they belonged in a five-star chef’s place, not mine.
Want me to go grocery shopping for you?
Damien’s words suddenly played in my mind.
“I guess I underestimated how much I had in here,” I said. “You can make whatever you like.”
My phone sounded at two o’clock in the morning.
Elliot jumped over me and sat on it, annoyed at its loud vibrations.
It continued ringing, though, despite its fur muffler.
Sighing, I rolled over and pulled it from under him, spotting Damien’s name.
“Hey,” I answered.
“Hey. Were you sleeping?”
“Yeah.”
“I see,” he said. “Go back to bed.”
“I’m not that tired.” I hit my lamp light. “Is something wrong?”
“I just finished doing some work at a bar on Wall Street,” he said. “And now I need a ride home.”
“What?”
“I’ve been up twenty hours straight and my partner made me promise to stop driving on those occasions,” he said.
“Your partner has also told you about this wonderful company called Uber.”
“Do I seem like the type of man who would ever use them?”
I smiled. “What about Mr. Hamilton?”
“He’s my last resort.”
I laughed. “I’ll be there in ten minutes.”
“Stay on the phone with me.”
“Okay.” I put on my jacket. “Do you ever think about me when you’re at home alone?”
“I take back what I just said.” There was a smile in his voice. “Don’t stay on the phone with me. Hang up.”
I hung up mid-laugh.
I pulled my car into an office garage and texted Damien that I’d arrived.
Getting out, I walked to the rear and made sure the wire hanger was still tightly wrapped on the muffler.
“Jesus, Elizabeth.” Damien walked over to me. “Why are you still driving this deathtrap?”
“Because it still runs.”
“It needs to be put out of its misery and sold for parts.” He stared at it like it was an alien. “I’m not getting into that.”
“You’re welcome for coming to get you this late at night.” I rolled my eyes. “You’re the one who needed a ride.”
“No, I just needed to see you,” he said, catching me off guard. “We had some unfinished business from earlier.”
“I’m confused.”
“You didn’t come when I ate your pussy,” he said. “We were interrupted.”
He pushes me against the car. “Do you mind if I finish?”
“Here?”
“Yes.” He bent down and pushed up my slip, burying his head between my thighs as if we were the only ones here. Like he didn’t care if any strangers walked by and caught us.
I gripped his hair as he tongued me to ecstasy, tossed my head back as he alternated his thick fingers between long, deep kisses from his mouth.
“Damien…” I shut my eyes, giving in to everything he gave, letting him control everything.
My knees buckled as I reached a quick orgasm, and he grabbed my legs to prevent me from slipping.
“I love the way you taste, Elizabeth.” He blew a final kiss against my thigh before pulling down my slip.
Standing up, he pulled me against his side.
“You’re really not getting into my car?” I whispered.
“Never.” He laughed and took out his phone.
“Good to see you still have my number, Mr. Carter,” a gruff voice said. “What can I do for you?”
“I’d like to cash in one of those favors, and I’d kind of need it now, if that’s alright.”
“Sure. Where are you?”
“Tamirac Bar.”
“I’ll send it your way in half an hour. Text me if you have any specific requests.”
“Thank you.” Damien walked me into the lounge across the street.
Still in a trance, I sat on his lap, and he kissed the back of my neck. For a moment, it felt like we were an actual couple—like this was a date night I'd longed for, and we were going home to finish.