Total pages in book: 21
Estimated words: 19655 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 98(@200wpm)___ 79(@250wpm)___ 66(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 19655 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 98(@200wpm)___ 79(@250wpm)___ 66(@300wpm)
“Everything okay?”
“Yes. Come here. I need to know everything about you.”
“Are you worried that I’m playing you?”
“Nope, because even if you tried, I’d bring your ass back and make sure you knew that this isn’t a game.”
“Really? How about you tell me what you do?” My tone’s a little more accusatory, and he doesn’t miss it.
“I own this hotel and several others throughout the country.” I’m completely intimidated. He must be wealthier than Charles, and that’s scary to me. Men use their money to get their way. Will he try to buy my affection?
“Are you serious?” Damn it, my contempt is audible.
“Are you bothered by that?”
“My stepbrother is rich and…”
“You think that makes me an asshole, don’t you?” he interrupts me. I bite my lip, hoping I haven’t offended him because I’m not sure he’s anything like Charles.
“In a lot of ways I am, but I promise never to be that way with you. From the second you entered the lobby, I felt your presence, but I thought I was fucking insane. Then you show up on my property, looking perfect.”
“More like a wet dog,” I scoff, knowing that I looked like a mess when I finally saw myself in the mirror.
“Hardly—you’re a thing of pure beauty.”
“You’re being too nice.”
“Cassandra. I’m far from nice. My motives aren’t all sweet. I want you naked in my bed, creaming all over my cock until we’re both a sweaty mess and can’t move.” Fuck. I want that too. I clench my thighs together, hoping to stave off the intensity of longing he’s wrought. My body hums with the idea of experiencing a real orgasm like I’ve never felt before.
He leans in, running his nose over my collarbone. I shiver as his breath slides over my skin and then his tongue darts out along my pulse. A moan comes from his throat and vibrates against me. “You taste so damn good.”
Closing my eyes, I allow him to continue to explore my neck. When he nips my shoulder, I let out a gasping moan. “Jamison.” His hands slide under my shirt, grazing my sides, up my ribs, and then skimming my breasts with the back of his hand. His mouth moves from my pulse to my jaw until his lips kiss mine again. I whimper and arch my back, shoving my breasts into his hands. He pulls back, bends down, and sucks my nipple, caressing the other one before wrapping his lips around it, moving back and forth between them.
His phone rings loudly through the noises coming from us. It doesn’t stop until it goes to voicemail. Then it starts again.
“Son of a bitch.” He looks back at me, letting his hands fall. “I’m sorry, sweetheart. It’s probably my security.”
“It’s okay. We were moving a little fast.” He nods and then adjusts his cock in his pants. An overwhelming sense of pride fills me. I did that to him. A man who can pretty much have anyone he wants is out of control because of me. It’s not that I’m not hot in my own right, but he’s super wealthy and can have any woman he wants. There’s a sense of power in that, driving the need to push more and demand that he take my virginity. My thighs clench together in anticipation. I’m totally going to lose it to him tonight.
“Lose what, sweetheart?” Son of a bitch. I said that out loud.
“My mind,” I reply with lightning speed. He smirks like he doesn’t believe me, but then he takes the call. I can’t sit on my hands, so I clean up our mess from dinner. I scour the kitchen for the trash. I find it in one of the cabinet pullouts and dispose of the meal. I wash my hands in the kitchen sink and think about cooking him dinner one day as a thank you for everything.
I hear the kitchen door, causing me to spin on my heels. “There you are. I almost thought you ran out on me.” There’s a real look of relief on his face that makes my insides melt.
“I don’t have anywhere to go tonight. Everything okay?”
“Yes. The storm’s going to pick up in intensity. They wanted to make sure I had everything I needed.”
“Do you?”
“I have everything I need,” he growls, pulling me in for a light kiss. Stopping before we go too far, he leads me back to the sofa. We sit with our thighs touching and then he asks, “Where are you from?”
“Chicago.”
“I’ve been there a couple times for conferences, and they have some great food. I think I packed on ten pounds every time.” He rubs his clearly flat abs that I wanted to lick earlier. He must workout a lot.
“So true. If I didn’t exercise every day, I’d never be able to indulge in a gyro or a pizza.”