Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 26681 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 133(@200wpm)___ 107(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26681 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 133(@200wpm)___ 107(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
It was pure instinct when I forced her into the house and slammed the door, clicking the lock right into place. The sound was loud and made me feel better for a moment. Not only was I furious that other men had seen her dressed like this, but I was suddenly terrified that she would disappear. Now she’s standing in my closet, wearing my clothes, and it’s hot as fuck. I want to growl as a possessive side I didn’t know I had surfaces. I can’t wait to fuck her in that shirt. And out of it. Maybe living out in the middle of nowhere all alone has sent me over the edge.
I step closer and run a finger down her soft cheek—pleased to see her instinctively lean into the touch—before brushing her hair back over her shoulder. “What is your name, little muse?” My hand caresses her shoulder, then I trail a finger along her collarbone and down the valley between her breasts. She doesn’t stop me. I feel her heart start to race at my touch.
She inhales quickly before answering with a tremble in her voice. “Shelby.”
“Shelby,” I repeat, loving the sound of her name on my tongue. I want to know what she tastes like on it too.
She clears her throat and shuffles her feet, the fingers of one hand toying with the top button of her shirt. “Thanks for this. I’ll mail it back, I guess? I should go. I have another stop to make before I’m done for the day.” She’s trying to leave me? That isn’t happening.
A growl escapes this time. No fucking way am I going to let my woman go to another man’s home. Especially in her “costume.” I decide that after I get her settled, the next thing I’m going to do is destroy that shit. “You’re not going,” I tell her, my tone firm.
Her green eyes widen and her pretty pink lips part in surprise. After a few seconds, she squares her shoulders and lifts her chin. “Of course I’m going. It’s my job to go where my boss tells me, Mr. Hayes.”
Just like that, my already rigid dick becomes hard as steel. I love that fire that lights up in her beautiful eyes. “Theo,” I correct her, then wink. “We’ll save ‘Mr. Hayes’ for when I’ve got you naked because”—I lick my lips and sweep my heated gaze over her once more—“it turns me the fuck on.” Who knew someone saying my last name could be such a turn-on. No, not someone. Her.
Her eyes fall once again to the bulge between my thighs, and I have to take a deep, calming breath. “Keep looking at me like that, my little muse, and that’s going to happen sooner than you are ready for.” I’m already having an inner battle and her sweet shy looks aren’t helping.
Shelby’s head snaps up and her cheeks flush as she quickly folds her arms over her chest. But not before I catch a glimpse of her hard nipples poking through my shirt. “I, um, I can’t stay, I can’t lose my job,” she mumbles. She doesn’t seem too excited about this job. Good, she isn’t going back to it if I can stop it.
“I have a proposition for you.”
A sour expression suddenly twists her features and she takes a step back. It takes everything in me to not reach out and pull her back to me. I hate the space she puts between us. “The costumes my boss comes up with might imply otherwise, but this isn’t that kind of job,” she spits. For the first time she actually looks mad at me.
I smile at how sexy she looks when she’s all riled up. “Thank fuck for that,” I reply, making her expression turn to confusion. “I wasn’t referring to a money-for-sex proposition, Shelby.” Oh, I'd give everything I own to have her under me, but I want her under me because she wants to be there.
“Oh.” Her arms fall to her sides, her defensive attitude melting away. I could swear a hint of disappointment fills her pretty eyes.
My hand shoots out and grasps her around the waist, yanking her forward so she stumbles into me. My other hand splays across her back, pressing our bodies together. Then I bend my head and whisper in her ear, “Make no mistake, my little muse, I’m going to have you in my bed. But it won’t be money that gets you there. It’ll be pure need.” I push my hips tighter into her, my cock digging into her belly, so she has no doubt how much I want her. “You’re going to be begging me to make you come.” Shelby gasps but doesn’t try to move away. She sways slightly and her hands come up to my shoulders to steady herself. “Then I’m going to taste your pussy and make you fall apart on my tongue before I bury myself inside you and make you come while screaming my name.”