Total pages in book: 148
Estimated words: 139606 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 698(@200wpm)___ 558(@250wpm)___ 465(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 139606 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 698(@200wpm)___ 558(@250wpm)___ 465(@300wpm)
“I missed you every fucking second you were gone, Tash. I didn’t like it.”
Her round ass nestled against his cock, tempting and teasing him. “I missed you, too, Sir.”
He ran his teeth over the shell of her ear and felt her shiver. “Did you miss me before or after mimosas with your friends?”
“I’m more of a Bloody Mary girl,” she whispered.
That earned her a hard nip that got her panting, but he rather thought that was the point. “I’ll note your preferences. How long are you here?”
“A little over a month,” she replied as he let his free hand cup a breast.
So soft and sexy. Everything about this woman called to him, and he knew it was wrong, but he was going to have this time for himself. This time with her. If his father asked, she was nothing more than a hookup. Hell, the man would likely encourage him to get it all out of his system because soon he would be courting whatever dried up prude his father decided was pure enough to not sully the Nash name. “I’m here for two more weeks. Stay with me. Be with me these weeks.”
“Yes.” She didn’t hesitate.
She wanted him, wanted what he could give her, what they could find together. He kissed the back of her neck and released her hands so he could tug at the zipper of her dress. She wasn’t wearing a bra, so when she turned and allowed the sunny bit of fabric to slide to her waist, he could see how hard her nipples were.
“Damn it, Tash. I want to go slow.”
She shook her head. “Go slow later. Fuck me hard and fast now, Sir. I missed you. My pussy missed the hell out of you.”
And just like that he realized how dangerous she was to him. Her open and honest approach to sex was a breath of fresh fucking air to him, like he could finally fill his lungs after years. She was everything he wanted, and when he had to give her up, it would decimate him in a way nothing had before. And he wasn’t walking away. She was a storm he would seek no shelter from.
He picked her up again, unwilling to wait a moment more.
“I love it when you do that,” she whispered.
He loved that she relaxed in his arms, trusting he wouldn’t drop her. He did, of course. Right on the big soft bed, and he pulled her down so her pretty ass was on the edge. He dragged the scrap of her underwear off, every muscle in his body tense in anticipation. His hands fumbled as he unbuckled his belt and shoved his pants and boxers down. She looked up at him, her legs spread for him, nothing in those gorgeous eyes but longing.
He found the condoms in the bedside drawer and somehow managed to roll it on. Then she was pulling at him, her legs winding around his waist. Greedy, gorgeous girl. “This is not how it’s always going to be.”
She rubbed against his cock, getting it wet because that sweet pussy was soaked. “I know, Sir. Later, there will be orders and protocols, and I’m sure you’ll find a way to make me scream out in frustration when you keep me on the edge over and over again. So much punishment is coming my way. Give me this. Show me you want me as desperately as I want you.”
That was an easy request to fill. He shifted his hips and then he was inside her. Good. It felt so fucking good. He thrust in and dragged out, her nails digging into his ass, urging him on. He could give her all of this. He watched as her tits bounced with the force of his thrusts, her mouth coming open as she whimpered when he managed to find the right angle so he was hitting her clitoris and that sweet spot deep inside her. It wasn’t long before she tightened around him and drew him right over the edge with her.
The orgasm was so much more than he’d felt before, even more than he’d felt the other night. She was here with him. She’d come back.
She was his.
For now.
Chapter Six
Tasha looked out over the spectacular views of Sydney Harbour as the sun was beginning to set, the sky lighting in pinks and oranges. Dare knew how to live. This hotel wasn’t as glorious as the last one, but the suite was something to behold.
“Here you go.” Dare moved in behind her, offering her a glass of the Cab he’d ordered along with a ridiculously lush charcuterie board.
They’d fucked through lunch, and he had dinner with a potential client this evening, so snacks were the way they were going. It was perfect, really. Cheese and wine and sex and a comfy robe.