Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 81407 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 407(@200wpm)___ 326(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81407 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 407(@200wpm)___ 326(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
My cock was hard again, and I was naked, ready to plunge into her, but I couldn’t tear my mouth away from her delicious pussy.
I devoured her, slid my tongue around her clit, over her folds, shoved it deep, and licked the warmth inside of her. Then I moved back to her clit and flicked it.
She ground into me harder. “I’m coming, Rock. Oh my God!”
I continued licking her as I thrust two fingers inside her, stretching her tightness, reaching for her G-spot and rubbing ferociously. The pulsing around my fingers spurred me further, and I took her clit between my lips and sucked hard.
“God, no! Stop. No, don’t stop. Oh my God!
She shattered again, gushing, her juices so sweet in my mouth.
And then a knock on the door.
She jerked at the sound, her orgasm stopping abruptly. Fuck. Our food. They were fast here, no doubt due to the Wolfe name. Too fast, actually.
“That’s our dinner.” I stood and walked out of the bedroom and into the living area. I got the food, scribbled a generous tip on the check, and then wheeled the table into the room.
Lacey walked out, a sheet wrapped around her like a toga.
“A shame to cover that up, baby,” I said.
Her body was still flushed from her climax, and she smiled timidly. No need to be timid around me now, but I didn’t say so. Instead, I smiled. “Come sit down. I’m going to feed you.”
12
Lacey
Dressed in the sheet as I was, I felt like Cleopatra getting ready to have Marc Antony feed her grapes. So it would be bite-sized pieces of rare beef instead. What did I care? I’d milk this night, get everything I could out of it.
Because Rock Wolfe and I didn’t have a future. Even though, right now, I was fantasizing about one. Part of me wanted a house with a white picket fence and gorgeous little kids fathered by this amazing man I barely knew.
Why was he making me think these things?
Did I want a future like that?
I’d always been the consummate career girl, married to her work. I’d been the youngest attorney ever to make partner at my firm, and only the second woman. I was what Manhattan Magazine called a “rising star” in the Trusts and Estates field.
I had everything in the world. I dated now and then. Had a few quick fucks now and then as well. Never had I wanted anything more. So why was I thinking about that now? Rock Wolfe was gorgeous, no doubt, but he was hardly my type.
Rock took the cover off one of the plates and sliced off a nibble of steak. Then he swirled it in the port wine reduction puddled on the plate. He held it to my lips.
I took the bite. “Mmm.” Melt in my mouth good.
“I take it that’s your approval?” he said.
“So good. You have to try it.”
“Don’t mind if I do.” He cut another piece, chewed, and swallowed. “Mmm. Excellent. But it pales in comparison to the last thing I tasted.”
A warming flush crept up my body, and my nipples tightened against the soft cotton sheet. I squirmed. The last thing he’d tasted was already getting wet for him again.
How could he have such a bizarre effect on me? I wasn’t some teenage girl with a high school crush on the bad boy who rode a motorcycle to school. I was a thirty-one-year-old attorney. A rising star.
Rock Wolfe was a mountain man who was being thrust into a position with a company, for which he was anything but prepared.
He’d do it. The man emanated power. He’d be a natural leader, and with his brother Reid at his side, he’d do just fine as the CEO of Wolfe Enterprises. I didn’t follow the business side of the company with any regularity—I wasn’t a corporate lawyer, after all—but I knew the basics because Derek Wolfe had been my client.
The company was a gold mine. They were just about to break ground on the new Wolfe Hotel and Resort in Las Vegas, which would be the biggest and glitziest hotel Vegas had to offer. It was a huge project, complete with a golf course, wild animal reserve, and of course, a casino that made every other casino in Vegas look like a convenience store.
I’d heard there were some contractual issues with the groundbreaking, but I didn’t know enough to feel I could warn Rock. Reid would do that. First thing Monday morning when Rock went into work. No need to worry him about that now.
He fed me another piece of steak. After I swallowed, I said, “Do you own any suits?”
“What? You mean like swim trunks?”
“No, silly. Suits. Coat, pants, and ties. You’ll need to have them for work.”
“For God’s sake.” He put down his steak knife. “Seriously? I have to wear a monkey suit?”