Total pages in book: 39
Estimated words: 36768 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 184(@200wpm)___ 147(@250wpm)___ 123(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 36768 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 184(@200wpm)___ 147(@250wpm)___ 123(@300wpm)
He goes off to get us squared away and I take a step into her, caging her in by the pearl earrings.
“Let’s get one thing straight. No flirting. With anybody. Not even if it’s innocent, we clear? Not even to be polite because...”
She looks scared, surprised and interrupts me. “I… I didn’t mean to…”
I hold up a finger, shaking my head. “Let me finish. I know you didn’t mean anything by it, baby girl. But I can’t fucking stand it. So for the sake of the safety of any man that comes across your path, for the sake of me staying out of jail for murder, no fucking flirting. Got it?”
Her eyes widen, excited and surprised. “Because… you can’t handle it. Literally can’t handle it.”
“Yeah. And you flirting means a man flirting back, and that equals me doing twenty-to-life for a felony. Which would seriously fuck up my life plan with you.”
She snickers out a laugh. “Alright.”
I’m smiling too, but I’m not fucking joking. The clerk brings back my credit card as well as the locking solitaire. “So, this key can be hard to use. Should I put it on the lady for you, sir?”
How about I slam your nutsack in the vault door?
“I got it, thanks,” I say, holding out my hand without looking at him, and without breaking Jess’s loving, sultry gaze. It’s like we’re the only two people in the universe. It’s all I want and all I need.
Hand in hand, I take her back outside. She has to walk fast to keep up with me, and I like that—I like fucking pushing her outside her comfort zone. It’s not the first time and it definitely won’t be the last.
I take her around to the side of my car, double-checking our surroundings. Parking lot is empty, and this side of the car is shielded by a thick row of boxwoods, taller than we are, and on the other side of that is an empty area, so that nobody can see us from behind.
I open the rear passenger’s side door, take her purse from her shoulder, and put it inside. “Hands on the seat.”
“Yes, Daddy,” she whispers, doing exactly as I say.
I undo my belt and unzip my fly but keep my pants up. Then I hike up her dress and push into her, making her body buck with a deep, primal groan.
Still buried inside her, I take the solitaire from the velvet box. “Move your hair, baby.”
She nods, gathering up her long red tresses in her hand. I slip the necklace around her throat, and she automatically lets her hair fall to the side, pressing the diamond against her skin. “Oh my goodness. It’s huge.”
I know she’s talking about the diamond, but I can’t resist—I give her a little pump of my cock deep inside her. “And it’s all fucking yours.”
Which she answers with a clench of her pussy that makes me wild, to possess her, to keep her, to rule her, to fucking breed her, right here and now.
The intensity of my feelings for her are fucking overwhelming. But the more I feel, the more I know we have to lose—I don’t just love her. I need her. Just like this. Just us. Forever.
But I know I’m risking a lot. My friendship with her dad. Hell, even my relationship with my own son. But nothing fucking ventured, nothing fucking gained.
I keep my focus on her, on us, on what matters most now. I close the clasp at the back of her neck, making sure not to catch any of her beautiful hair. And then I take the little key and lock it tight. “There. You’re mine now, baby girl. You’re mine for fucking keeps.”
And then with two deep, brutal thrusts, I’m coming inside her. Claiming her as mine.
CHAPTER 8
Jess
I don’t practice at all that day—not at all, not even a little, for the first time in as long as I can remember. I’m still on cloud nine by the time Sam’s mom drops him off so we can go to the symphony for tryouts. But as soon as he gets out of her car, with Lagerfeld trailing behind him, it hits me just how crazy this is.
And reckless.
And impossible.
Sam bursts in the front door, and right away I can tell he can feel a change in the vibes. He’s like a heat-seeking missile—I can get away with nothing. And time for real talk: I did just lose my virginity and I’m sure it’s written all over both my face and my body.
Sam’s eyes go wide and intense, and he clicks his tongue against the roof of his mouth. “Queen. Spill it.”
My mouth opens to make a word, but nothing comes out, but my face lights up in what feels like a five-alarm blush.
His eyes dart over to his dad, who is sitting on the sofa answering emails on his phone, with his yummy thighs spread wide and just a hint of a bulge.