Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 77341 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 387(@200wpm)___ 309(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77341 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 387(@200wpm)___ 309(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
He stops before me, brushing a strand of hair out of my face. The back of his hand sweeps against my cheek in the sweetest, most tender way. And if I weren’t already smitten with him, I would be now.
“No one will touch you as long as you’re with me,” he says softly. “I promise.”
I’m not sure if it’s his promise that hits me so hard or how he says it. It could be how he looks at me—with what looks like reverence. Whatever it is, it takes me aback. I have never had anyone look at me the way Foxx looks at me.
No one has ever made me feel like this before. No one has ever done something so grand, so selfless to protect me. To show their respect or their affection.
I always wanted my father’s approval. He was the most powerful person I knew. Growing up as the only girl in a brood of boys, I was forgotten. My interests took a back seat to my brothers, and the only way I found to gain approval, to gain visibility, was to excel in an arena they were expected to dominate. The office.
But with Foxx, I don’t feel like I have to earn anything. Maybe it’s out of loyalty to Jason, to our family—or to me. But it feels so honest and raw and pure.
And I believe him.
“But what about you?” I ask, biting my lip.
“What about me?”
“Will you touch me as long as I’m with you?”
His eyes hood, and he growls a laugh.
“What?” I ask, giggling. “It’s a serious question. I need to set my expectations.”
He licks his bottom lip, watching me carefully. We stand this way for a few long seconds. The energy between us is so heated, so fueled with anticipation, that it crackles.
“I want to make sure that you have a moment to process this,” he says. “Today was pretty heavy. You’re choosing to get married to save your family’s business. That’s a lot to put on someone in one day.”
I stand taller. “You forget whose daughter I am. I’ve had a lot of heavy days over the years. But instead of looking at this like I have to get married to save my family’s business, I’m looking at it like at least there’s an option to win.” I take a deep breath. “And at least I can take that option with you.”
He reaches for me, cradling my face in his hand. His eyes are so bright, so blue—so clear. I’ve never seen them like this. I’ve never seen him like this.
“Let’s make a deal,” he says, thumbing my jawline.
I lean into his hand, letting his touch reverberate through me.
“What kind of a deal?” I ask.
“We have a lot to figure out. Let’s do that—let’s get that behind us before we try to complicate things.”
I laugh, pulling away from him. “You think not touching you will somehow uncomplicate things? Explain that.”
“It’s easy.” He shoves his hands in his pockets. “As soon as that happens, as soon as I know what it’s like to be inside you, things will never be the same.”
My God.
He grabs the desk on either side of me. His face is inches from mine as he stares into my eyes.
“But you will find out what that’s like, right?” I ask.
He licks his lips before they part into a wicked grin. “It is a part of my job, and I do pride myself on doing a complete, thorough job.”
“Just how thorough?”
“You’ll come on my fingers, face, and cock. You’ll take me so deep, you’ll come so fucking hard that you’ll realize no one has ever really fucked you before.”
I suck in a shaky breath.
“But I want to give you a little time to make sure this is what you want,” he says.
I take his hand and hold it between us. Slowly, I bend each finger down except the second one.
His breathing is labored, his eyes wide, as I place it on my sternum. Holding his gaze, I drag his finger between my breasts, down my stomach, and beneath the hem of his shirt. I grin as I slide his finger through my wetness, sinking my body against it.
Fireworks shoot through my core, exploding at the apex of my thighs. Wetness coats his fingers as I pull them between us again.
“Does it feel like it’s what I want?” I ask.
He drags both of our hands to his mouth. I gasp as he pops his finger into his mouth, sucking on it before he pulls it back out.
I shiver, my legs threatening to give out.
“The next time I taste your pussy, my face will be buried in it,” he says, the gravel of the words prickling my senses.
“Fuck me now, Foxx. Dammit. Stop being a dick.”
He leans forward, his breath scented with my sex, and grins. “No.”