Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 81581 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 408(@200wpm)___ 326(@250wpm)___ 272(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81581 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 408(@200wpm)___ 326(@250wpm)___ 272(@300wpm)
“Lunch first,” he agrees with a bright grin that has my thighs clenching. “But I’m holding your fucking hand.”
I’m still laughing at his fierceness as he drags me out the office door. He’s on a mission, but my eyes lock onto Truman’s, who happens to be standing near my desk. His eyes narrow and he shakes his head in disgust.
Gray doesn’t notice him and hauls me out of the building in no time. Once we’re outside, he slings an arm around my shoulders and pulls me to his side as we head down the sidewalk. It feels good being like this with someone. It’s hard for me to believe that a few days ago, Gray didn’t even see me. Now, I feel like I’m all he sees. I’m not stupid. They don’t call him Mad Max for no reason. But his eccentricities are endearing now that I’m on his radar.
“Where are we going?” I question as we stroll down the street.
“Someplace good.” His tone is sure and smug. I can’t help but laugh.
When we walk up to Ziggy’s, the city’s most popular pizza parlor, I stop in my tracks. The heavenly aromas of garlic and other deliciousness invade my senses. “Ahh,” I groan and glare at him. “You’re so mean to tease me with this place. You know we can’t get in. There is always a three-hour wait.” I gesture at the long line of people wrapped around the building to make my point.
He chuckles as he grabs my hand. “Good thing I know people.”
“No,” I gasp, excitement flitting through me. “Tell me you can get us in.”
He steals a chaste kiss and waggles his brow. “I can get us in.”
I squeal all the way past the line, ignoring the annoyed glares, and nearly die when we step inside. The place is small with only a few booths lining the walls. Every seat is packed except a booth in the corner. When he starts for it, I panic a bit. “Are you sure?”
“Positive,” he tells me, flashing me another smug grin.
We slide into the booth together on the side that faces the wall, rather than the crowd of people, with me on the inside and him on the outside.
“Someone was probably waiting for this booth,” I tell him, my nerves still eating me alive.
“The owner was,” he says with a shrug as he grabs a menu from the table.
“We should go then—”
“I’m the owner.”
I jerk my head to gape at him. The shit-eating grin he wears so well is sometimes annoying. Okay, so it’s not annoying at all. What’s annoying is how I melt every time he does it. “You own this place?”
“And this is my booth. Bull and I come here all the time. They know to keep it open for me,” he tells me, mischief glittering in his gaze.
“Wow,” I utter and steal the menu. “You’re full of surprises, aren’t you?”
His palm rests on my thigh just below the hem of my skirt so that his fingertips graze my sensitive flesh, sending quivers of desire dancing through me. “You have no idea, little quitter.”
The rest of lunch goes amazingly well. He wasn’t lying when he said he owned the place. The wait staff knew him and seemed eager to please him. We were brought Gray’s favorite items, as well as a few things I wanted to try. By the end, I was stuffed.
“I’m so full,” I groan and pat my stomach.
His palm covers my hand and he leans forward, his hot breath on my ear. “I could still eat.”
Desire washes through me and I squeeze my thighs together. “You’re crazy,” I breathe but don’t stop him when he slides his palm under my skirt, between my legs. His mouth kisses me slowly along my earlobe and along the side of my neck. All of his touches are making me lose my mind. “I wish we didn’t have to go to work,” I admit as I tilt my head to the left to give him more access to my throat.
“We can go home,” he suggests, his teeth grazing along my tender flesh.
God, how I want to.
“Baby steps,” I remind him just as his fingertip grazes along my pussy. I jerk my gaze over to see if anyone can see us. From our position, we’re hidden from prying eyes. Which is exactly why I find myself parting my legs. A mewl escapes me the moment his finger is back inside me. “Too fast,” I tell him. “All of this is too fast.”
He sucks on my neck and then presses a soft kiss to my skin. “I can’t slow down with you. Everything in me screams to devour you. I won’t stop until I’ve had all of you, Violet.”
His finger slowly fucks me, which drives me borderline insane. My entire body shakes with the need to orgasm right here in a restaurant full of people. He’s corrupting me.