Total pages in book: 39
Estimated words: 36026 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 180(@200wpm)___ 144(@250wpm)___ 120(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 36026 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 180(@200wpm)___ 144(@250wpm)___ 120(@300wpm)
“If you promise to let me down and not try to barge your way into my apartment.” I’m busy staring at his back, wondering if he can even hear me while attempting to lift my body up and over him yet again. This time, Theo allows me to come up. His hands slide up the back of my thighs, then to my ass. When most men would cop a feel, he doesn’t. That doesn’t stop my body from being a horny little bitch and wishing he would. I really need to get laid. His hands move up, gliding beneath my tank top. Whether or not it’s intentional, I have no idea. What I do know is the feel of his bare hand beneath my tank top settling at my lower back has me really needing an orgasm, desperately.
“Thanks for the ride and I guess the lift up the stairs, too,” I say once the rushing of blood is moving downward from my head to the tips of my fingers, which are currently tingling down to my lower extremities.
“Anytime. Told you, Danica. I don’t wear out easily.” One of his hands appears in front of me, palm up.
“No way. You are not coming inside my apartment, Theo Goldman. That’s where I draw the line.” I go to step back, trying to disentangle from him for what seems like the millionth time today. Theo, being the he-man he is, holds tighter. Good grief, this man is a nuisance to my senses.
“I’m not. What I will do is unlock your door, make sure you’re inside and the door is locked before I leave.” It’s kind of hard to argue with a man who’s trying to be a gentleman. So, I do what he asks. I dig through my backpack, where I keep the keys in the side pocket for safe keeping. You never know when you’ll need to use them as a weapon, lacing each key in between your fingers in order to ward off an attacker. Yes, I watch too many crime documentaries, another product from hanging out with Mallory too much.
“Okay.” I place the keys inside his palm, making sure the one to my apartment is easy for him to locate. Theo’s hand is still on my lower back while he unlocks my door with ease, eyes on my own the entire time. He squeezes my lower back, maneuvers me until my back is at the door, and is dipping his head, nose grazing my ear while he’s muttering, “The next time you talk about my balls, it's going to be with your hand wrapped around my cock, Dani, and all you have to do is ask.” The deep husky tone is anything but joking. I close my eyes, at war with myself, wanting to do a hell of a lot more than have him in the palm of my hand. Luckily for me, Theo backs away, pulls the key out of the lock, holds them out for me, and backs away. It’s me who has to regroup. Theo may think I’m the only one effected, but the bulge in his pants tells me he is as well. I turn around, giving him my back, open the door, step inside, then close and lock the door. Theo Goldman is going to make me break a promise to myself, one I never thought I’d come close to breaking.
SEVEN
Theo
Danica’s door shuts in my face. A chuckle leaves me, and I stand there for a moment waiting until I hear the click of a lock. Still, I remain there for a moment, eyes focused on the doorknob. Not even a fucking dead bolt. I already knew when I walked through the building what I was going to do next. My phone is burning a hole in my pocket. I’m ready to get the ball rolling, but first, I need to make it back to my car. If Danica knew what I was about to do, she’d really kick me in the nuts, and I’d really like to keep them intact. My mind is already wondering what it would feel like to have her hands wrapped around my cock as she takes me inside her mouth. Maybe that same sharp devilish tongue of hers will work its way to my balls before sucking one at a time into her mouth. I walk away from her door and head to the stairs so I can make a couple of phone calls to get the ball rolling. First to Sylvester and the next to Mallory. I’m going to get so much shit from this. It'll be worth it, though. Danica can’t deny there’s something between us. Her nipples were rock hard behind the thin tank top and what I’m sure is a barely lined bra. Then there was the way she wiggled in my grasp while I was hauling her ass to her apartment. Did I make sure her body dragged along the front of my body, allowing her to feel what she did to me? You’re damn right I did. Danica’s breath hitched. While she may have thought I didn’t notice, keeping my face and body under lock and key, it was nearly impossible when all I wanted to do was back her up against the door and let her feel what I was capable of doing with clothes on, never mind without them.