Total pages in book: 3
Estimated words: 2208 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 11(@200wpm)___ 9(@250wpm)___ 7(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 2208 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 11(@200wpm)___ 9(@250wpm)___ 7(@300wpm)
He doesn’t turn away either. His eyes travel up and down my body in a shameless display of appreciation, and when he strides toward me with a determined gait, butterflies loop in my stomach. He’s both the hero I deserve and the one I need right now.
“You’re from out of town,” he says in a deep, gravelly voice.
“What gave it away?” I cross one leg over the other, letting my dress fall to one side courtesy of the split that runs the length of my thigh.
His eyes track the movement. “If someone as beautiful as you came here often, I’d know about it.”
“Smooth.” I nod. “And you’re right. I’m here from out of town for work. But how many women have you used that line on?”
“You want to know a secret?” he asks.
I nod and lean closer, take a hit of the enticing scent of whiskey and cologne that lingers around his throat.
“I’ve only ever used it on you.”
A shiver coasts down my spine. My mouth runs dry, and where is that bartender when you need him?
“This doesn’t happen to me often,” he adds. He glances down at his shoes, then back up to meet my gaze. “I’m not the kind of guy who hits on women in bars. But ever since I walked in . . .” He gives a playful shrug. “Do you believe in fate?”
“I work in publishing,” I reply. “Our industry revolves around meant-to-bes and happily-ever-afters.”
“I could make you happy,” he says in a deliciously dirty tone. “I could make you very happy indeed.”
I swallow, and say, “Pretty words aren’t enough to get in my panties.”
“Dare I ask what a man has to do?”
“You could start by buying me a drink,” I reply, and within seconds, he’s waved down the bartender and ordered for us both.
“My hero,” I say, fanning my chest. “I’ve been trying to get a drink since I sat down.”
“I bet you’ve been thirsty,” he says, his eyes locked to my lips.
“Parched,” I reply, licking them slowly. I take a deep breath, surprised by how this is affecting me—by how turned on I am by this sexy conversation with a stranger.
Seems mystery really is an aphrodisiac.
And I’m so ready to be turned on.
“Has it been a long time? Between drinks, I mean?” he asks, and I don’t think we’re talking about champagne anymore.
“Let’s just say I was ready,” I reply, taking a sip of my sparkling wine, and the bubbles dance on my tongue. “But I’m only thirsty for a particular kind of beverage. A certain special order, if you will.”
“And what kind of order is that?” Lust dances in those dark eyes, and I swallow, lean in, take a deep breath.
“I want a man I’ve just met to worship me. To tease me and to pleasure me.” I whisper the naughty words then pull back to meet his gaze. Our lips are only inches from each other, the heat from his body warming me from head to toe.
“I bet you want someone to take control,” he says in that gravelly tone that makes my pulse flutter. “You’re tired of making decisions at work all the time.”
“I am,” I reply, running my fingers up his tie. “I want someone to take the lead.”
He slams a bill down on the bar and laces his fingers through mine. Heat jolts through my body as he pulls me a little closer in this intimate corner of the room. “I’m going to take the lead right now.”
“Please,” I say.
He leans down, brushes his lips over mine. It’s a short kiss—soft, sensual—but it’s full of heat, and it fires through my body at the speed of light. In that one kiss is the promise of things to come. Of sexy, heady sighs. Of spiraling sensations that fizzle and pop. Of kisses in other more intimate places.
I go to pull away, but he grips my wrist, drags me back. The kiss is like the champagne, going straight to my head in a fizzy whirl.
I slide my hand under his jacket and grip his shirt, pulling him closer. The firm length of his cock presses against my stomach, and want surges in me. I want more with him. I want more right now.
“I have a room upstairs,” I breathe between kisses. “And I know we’ve only just met. But I want to be ravaged by a sexy stranger in a three-piece suit.”
“Then it’s my goddamn lucky day.” He takes my hand, and we leave the bar with sex in our eyes and lust in our hearts.
In the elevator, tension threads the air between us. It’s all I can do not to rip open his shirt and map his chest with my hands, but I keep myself together because security cameras.
Finally, the elevator dings and lets us into my penthouse suite. Seconds later, he begins to make good on all my dirty dreams. He kisses, touches, teases. He tantalizes and torments. He even ties me up, and he brings me to orgasm using the latest Just for Her toy from my subscription box. I let go and invite in the intimacy that I was afraid of for so long. I’ve found what works for me, and oh, does it ever.