Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 23828 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 119(@200wpm)___ 95(@250wpm)___ 79(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23828 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 119(@200wpm)___ 95(@250wpm)___ 79(@300wpm)
I sit up straight and stare at her, trying to calm my racing heart. “So, Marilyn, it seems we’re finally alone.”
She looks around the room, but I want her eyes back on me. Thankfully, she doesn’t take long. “Not quite. It looks like we’re in a room full of people, Julien.” Fuck me. Is she tempting me with her pursed red lips? The way she said my name. Fuck. It was like a sensual kiss on my cock.
I reach out and take her hand in mine, feeling her soft fingers under my larger ones. Electricity shoots through the tips all the way to my heart. Fuck, I need to have her soon or I’m going to lose it. “If we go back to my hotel room, I’m not sure you’ll be a virgin by the end of the night.”
Her body fills with tension and then she asks, “Are you married?”
Shaking my head slightly, I look into her dark brown eyes. I answer her honestly. “No.” Well, based on the question she asked. Not the question in my head. Because I will be married soon…to her.
“Then maybe I don’t want to be a virgin anymore,” she confesses. I groan as my dick swells against my gray slacks, stretching the expensive material. It better prove its worth and hold until I get her alone.
“Well, that’s where we have a problem, ma chérie. I’m not just interested in fucking you for a night.”
“Well, maybe that’s all that you’ll get.” She sassily twists her lips before taking one more sip from her drink.
Standing up, I pull out my wallet and drop a hundred-dollar bill on the table for the waitress. “We’ll see about that.” Taking her hand and dragging her out of her seat, I lead her out of the hotel bar. My brother watches in shock, mouth open, but he doesn’t say a word.
Chapter Three
Marilyn
We reach the bank of elevators, and he hits the up button just before he pins me to the wall with his waist firmly against my core. “I’m going to kiss you now, Marilyn.” He’s not asking for permission. It’s a warning.
“Please,” I beg, needing that sensuous-looking mouth on mine. His gray eyes darken as he drops his head and his lips crush mine as our eyes close.
“The elevator,” someone says beside us. Julien has me tucked so tightly to him that I can’t see who it is; however, the muffled voice sounds vaguely familiar.
“Oh,” Julien grunts, pulling back and taking my hand to lead me inside. He doesn’t bother looking at the person and then hits the button for the top floor.
“I’ll wait for the next one,” the guy says. Julien doesn’t bother to wait for the doors to close before I’m against the wall and his mouth is on mine, dominating me. I moan, crying out as I grind my hips on his hard ridge. The thick meat between his legs pulses against my core, and he pushes harder.
“I need to be inside you.” The doors open, and he scoops me up in his big, strong arms, carrying me out of the elevator and then to his suite. He kicks the door closed with his foot and then puts me down on the sofa. His hands slide up my thighs, fingers flexing, gripping my muscles roughly and mashing them as he feels his way to my ass. We rock and grind, kissing violently until he pulls his lips away with a growl.
“Fuck, you’re made for me.”
“Julien,” I breathe, moaning as he ducks his head down and his tongue dips along my throat. “I need you to take me.”
“I am, and I’m never giving you back.” His fingers work my zipper down my back, pausing to slide his hands along my bare skin. “So smooth. I want to strip you and lick every inch and see if you taste sweet everywhere.”
“There’s only one way to find out,” I challenge. It’s foolish since I’ve no experience, but there’s just something about this man that sends every hormone into overdrive. I don’t know if it’s the girls’ words or his, but all I want is for him to take me until there is no innocence left in me.
Tugging down one strap and then the other, he lowers my dress, revealing my breasts. “Wow, so perfect, Marilyn.” His hand wraps around one breast, squeezing it as he sucks my nipple into his mouth, grazing it with his pearly white teeth.
“Julien, I need more. Don’t stop.” I grip his hair and run my fingers through it, feeling the thick, silky strands. I need his clothes off too, so I tug at his jacket. “I need to feel you against me, please.”
“No need to beg, but it does sound like music from your lips.” He kisses me quickly before standing, sliding off his suit jacket and then going for his tie. I watch him as his eyes linger on my chest and his tongue swipes along his lips. “Strip and show me your sweet cookie.” My pussy heats up at his words, gushing all over my silky red panties. “It’s all mine, and I want it now.” I stare, mesmerized as he undoes his slacks that are barely containing his monster of a cock inside.