Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 72692 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 363(@200wpm)___ 291(@250wpm)___ 242(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72692 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 363(@200wpm)___ 291(@250wpm)___ 242(@300wpm)
“I—well, he—yeah,” she finally finishes with a sheepish look.
I give her a look that warns her not to start blaming herself again, or I absolutely will jerk her right over my knee, right this second.
“Fucking asshole,” I mutter. I frown at her perfect thighs and gorgeous, satin-covered pussy.
She deserves perfection. She deserves a toe-curling orgasm—several, actually—that take her breath away.
“We have a lot to talk about,” I tell her, holding her gaze. “But for now, I want you to take this.” Punishment is only one way to teach a submissive how to behave. If I grant her pleasure, she’ll want to please me, I know this. I’ve experienced this exact thing many times. “I’m going to show you how to come. I’ll show you what it’s like to have a man in every way you can.”
I told her I’d destroy her.
My phone rings again. I’d silence it, but I can’t when I’m here. I have to be on call for any emergency that happens.
Fucking hell.
I don’t want her broken and hurt. I want her ruined for any other man after me. I want her for me and me alone.
I lean in and press my lips to her slit again. I savor the sound of her low hum of approval.
The phone finally goes to voicemail, and I take my place in front of her again. I go to drag my tongue along her slit again when she reaches her hands to my shoulders to anchor herself on me. “Thayer…”
I hold both her hands in mine while I kiss each thigh. First one, then the other. “Don’t be afraid,” I tell her. “You’ll be okay.” I chuckle darkly to myself. She’ll be more than okay.
“I think if you do that again, it might be getting close…”
“This time, until you really know what it feels like, I’ll allow you to come when you’re ready.”
I lean in and inhale her again. Press the tip of my tongue firmly to the edge of her panties and push it aside. She’s panting when I—
A sharp knock sounds at the door.
Fuck.
“Go away,” I mutter, my words muted.
Another knock.
“I’m going to fucking kill whoever that is.”
Savannah quickly shoves her legs together. “I… can’t just sit here.”
“Go in the office,” I tell her in a low voice. I don’t know who I want to know she’s here yet. I point to the doorway that leads to the office and yell over my shoulder, “Just a minute!”
I stand, cursing under my breath, and head to the door. I glance at the small screen beside the door that shows who’s there without having to open it.
Fabien.
Why the fuck is he here? Doesn’t he trust me? He was supposed to be traveling, goddammit.
I clench my fists. He knows Savannah’s here, but he doesn’t know I was just about to give her her first fucking orgasm.
I can see her hiding in the doorway to the office like a little snoop, trying to see who’s here. “Go,” I say in a heated breath. “It’s Fabien.”
With a little squeal, she runs.
I look down and realize I’m wearing nothing but boxers and an erection. Shit. I open the door just a crack.
“Where is she?” Fabien grates.
“With me.”
“Where?” he insists.
“She’s here. Where the fuck do you think she is?”
He lets out a labored breath. “I told you to keep her safe,” he growls.
Who the hell does he think he is? I dropped everything in Paris to bring her here. “What do you think I’ve been doing? Why do you think she’s here? Are you out of your mind?”
“She isn’t safe if she’s in your private suite,” he continues.
I know exactly what he means. He knows who I am. What I like.
But he doesn’t have the right to tell me to keep her safe then call the shots about how I do that.
“Nicolette will kill you if she finds out,” he says in a rush. “She’s sleeping since we turned straight around and came back. I told her I’d check on Savannah, and that I trusted you.”
“Have you told her about any of this?”
“It was Nicolette’s idea to come here.”
He tries to push past me to come in, but I’ll have to punch him if he sees her barely clothed, and if he thinks he can just waltz in here and take her from me like that—
“Get out.”
Behind him, an alarm cuts into the quiet. Shit.
We only have two alarms here. The first is for fire safety, the second is one that the staff or a guest can pull. This isn’t the fire alarm. Reasons for pulling the other alarm could be anything from a fight breaking out to a security breach such as an unauthorized person entering the building.
Fuck.
Fabien already has his phone out. He steps back into the hallway and makes a call.
“Do you know if they were doing alarm testing today?”