Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 23974 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 120(@200wpm)___ 96(@250wpm)___ 80(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23974 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 120(@200wpm)___ 96(@250wpm)___ 80(@300wpm)
That merely makes Dane grin even more.
“Nope. I’m not buying that,” he says, utterly calm, although there’s a dark flush on those high cheekbones now. I should have known he wasn’t about to let me off that easily. Who would, after seeing sketches like that? I’m so embarrassed, but so aroused too. Dane is dominant and assertive, and it turns me on. My breath is coming hot in my chest, and my breasts rise and fall from excitement.
His gaze trails appreciatively over my large bosom, eyeing my hardened nipples. But he doesn’t say anything. Instead, he brings the book back down to chest level, and I don’t even bother trying to snatch it from him anymore. Oh crap. I’m in for it now.
With lazy fingers, Dane begins flipping through the pages. When he finally stops on the one he’s searching for, a telling grin grows involuntarily on his face. Oh no, oh no, it’s coming. Sure enough, he turns the diary around so I can see, but I already know what page it is.
I look anyway, and see a sexy, naked man pleasuring himself. He looks at me, eyebrows raised.
“What is this?” he asks. “Is this me? In a compromising situation?”
“I, well, you see,” I stammer. My tongue is all twisted up.
Damnit Zoe, get it together!
“I mean it’s … ,” I begin like a dunce again.
But before I can continue, Dane flips the page and shows me another sketch of him, but this time instead of stroking himself, he’s in the middle of a climax. There’s a large jet of liquid spurting from the tip of that enormous cock, and his face is contorted in an expression of both hunger and satisfaction as he looks at the reader.
“And this one?” he asks again, that black eyebrow still raised. “Care to explain this one, Zoe?”
My mouth opens, but this time, no sounds come out. I can’t force any air through my vocal cords, and I probably look like a fish gasping for oxygen. But Dane merely chuckles at my discomfort and closes the book.
“I thought so,” he says in a low voice. “You’ve made me very, very happy, Zoe.”
What? But before I can say anything, to my amazement, Dane puts a hand on the back of my neck, hauling me towards him, and then kisses me.
This kiss is no meek first kiss. This kiss is rough. And it’s hot. He bites onto my bottom lip and opens his eyes to pierce into mine. He lets out a quiet groan and then releases his teeth before nuzzling my throat hungrily.
“I had no idea you were so dirty, Zoey,” he rasps. “So fucking dirty and so fucking sexy,” he continues, reaching up to pinch my hardened nipples. I can’t help it. I lean my head back and moan as hot flashes of electricity dart straight from my breasts to my cunt. He chuckles low in his throat.
“That’s my girl because you’re not getting off easy, Zoe. We’re going to discuss these images, sooner or later. But for now, talk can wait.”
And with that, his mouth descends on mine once more, dark and dominating. I melt into his huge frame because this is what I’ve wanted for so long: Dane Reston, claiming what’s his. Dane Reston, showing me how to be a woman. Dane Reston, my dream come true, and now the fantasy only gets better.
9
Zoe
With those words, he takes me by the back of the neck again, wrapping his other arm firmly around my lower back. He kisses me passionately while slowly walking me backwards, step by step, until he has me pressed up against the wall of the office. There’s a small window to my right. He stops kissing me momentarily to snap the blinds closed, his body never releasing its pressure from mine.
We begin kissing again and I moan desperately into his mouth. Chuckling low in his chest, he rasps, “You like it don’t you?” before pressing a ravenous kiss to my throat. I sigh, and begin to slide my hand up the back of his shirt, feeling rock-hard muscle and warm skin. But then Dane moves. He abruptly pulls his lips from mine and before I know it, he has my hand out from under his shirt. Both of my wrists are cupped in one large fist, and he presses my hands firmly into the wall above my head. I stare at him, dumbfounded yet so needy.
“I’m going to give you your fantasy, baby girl,” he rasps, eyes glinting. “But you’re going to do exactly as you’re told. Do you hear?”
“Yes. I’ll do anything you want me to,” I breathe. A ruthless grin crosses his face.
“Then don’t move,” he commands while releasing my hands from above my head. My wrists drop to my sides, but he doesn’t comment on that. Instead, Dane steps just out of reach and begins to undress himself until he’s standing stark naked before me, his clothes in a pile on the floor next to him. I am in awe at his perfect body and deep confidence. His broad chest gleams in the low light, and sure enough, that enormous cock hangs almost to his knee. My mouth waters and I stare unabashedly. But then Dane speaks.