Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 23007 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 115(@200wpm)___ 92(@250wpm)___ 77(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23007 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 115(@200wpm)___ 92(@250wpm)___ 77(@300wpm)
In this.
In us.
I don’t know how long we kiss for. I lose track of everything. Eventually he pulls away from me and my eyes pop open. I’m dizzy.
“Why did you stop?” I ask, so breathless. It’s like I’ve run a marathon.
“I am about two fucking seconds from taking you against this wall, Patience. I… I don’t know what’s come over me.”
My hand moves from his back, and I place it on his cheek. I smile up at him, because did I fail to mention that this man is a giant god. I know for a fact, he’s 6’4 and weighs at least sixteen stone. He’s a big boy and I like that. A lot.
“You are going to be trouble, Reynolds. I can already tell.” Then he grins. Fuckity fuck, he’s hot as hell.
“So are you, milady.” Shite. Why did he say it like that? Like it was a caress. I hear a tiny moan escape from my lips as my core clenches and I feel a rush of liquid heat slide down my thigh. Can you come just from words without even being touched? I take an assessment of myself. My nipples are hard and rubbing against my corset. How did ladies get anything done back in the day? Crotchless knickers and overworked nipples? I wouldn’t get a damn thing done.
“What just happened, duchess?” he asks, his voice harsh and gravelly.
“N… Nothing,” I lie.
“What a pretty liar you are, Patience.”
“I’m not a liar,” I lie again. His index finger trails my cheek, then he traces over my lips and down my chest rubbing the tops of my tits, back and forth, he rubs me.
“Tell me, did you come?” he asks, his lips against my ear. His devilish tongue hits the shell of my ear. I shiver. Full on shiver.
“No. Of course not. Who comes in the middle of a crowded room?”
“Plenty of people, I’m sure. But there’s no one in this little alcove but us.”
“There isn’t?” I ask, peeking around his broad shoulders. I see that he is indeed correct. We are all alone. “Kiss me again,” I demand.
“Answer my question, duchess.”
“Yes,” I hiss when his lips dip to my neck. The quartet slides into Chains by Nick Jonas and I can’t help but feel that this whole night has been catered to me.
“Good girl,” he murmurs against my lips before kissing me again. I don’t know how long we’ve been kissing. Then I hear a throat clear, delicately. Logan stops kissing me and we both look at the… intruder. Holly and either James or Robert.
“Holly, Jimmy,” Logan says. So, James. “How can I help you?”
“Perhaps you’d like entry into a private salon? We were just on our way to one when we came across you.”
“Private salon?” I ask, after swallowing thickly.
“Do you realize your corset has been loosened?” Holly asks, making me look down at my chest at the same time Logan steps back in front of me, shielding me from view. No nip slip, but you can see them, nonetheless.
“Avert your eyes, Jimmy, unless you want them blackened,” Logan growls. It vibrates all through me.
“Already averted, mate.”
“Uh, no,” I say, mortified. I try to reach behind me and tighten the laces, but my stupid arms are too short.
“Turn around, duchess,” Logan says, his voice low. I do what he says automatically. He deftly tightens the corset and ties it tight. He drops a kiss to my shoulder before spinning me back around. “Lead the way Lady Holly,” he says, taking my hand in his. Our fingers interlace and I swear nothing has ever felt more right than this does. Holly produces a key from her pocket and hands it to Logan after we stop in front of a door.
“The Green Salon,” she says, winking at me. What is her deal? Then she’s off again, leading Jimmy further down the hallway. Logan unlocks the door and opens it. Inside, there is faux candlelight lighting our way. There is an elegantly decorated queen size bed in the corner. A fireplace with two chairs in front of it and a what I can only call a… sex couch in another corner. There is also a small fridge hidden smartly. And, you guessed it. Everything is green and gold. The music from the main room is piped in here, but it’s softer. Perfect. He clicks the lock into place. The sound harsh, yet it makes my pussy clench in anticipation. The way he’s looking at me make me think he knows that I’m dripping for him. Only him.
We don’t say anything. What can we say? We rush to each other before another breath is taken. Our lips meet, frantic for some reason. My hands touch every inch of his back, what I can reach anyway.
“Patience?” he asks. I’m so into this, into him, that I didn’t realize he took his lips off of mine.