Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 46846 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 234(@200wpm)___ 187(@250wpm)___ 156(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46846 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 234(@200wpm)___ 187(@250wpm)___ 156(@300wpm)
“It’s okay,” Lucy says softly.
“I’m…I’m not normally like this,” Damien says, looking at me. “I’m just…I got carried away. It’s not right, and I’m sorry.”
I nod. “I’ve seen you in interviews. I never thought you were a prick.”
“I’m not,” he says, seeming more serious now. “It’s just….”
He waves a hand, and I know what he’s going to say.
It’s just Maxine.
It seems like a weak excuse, but it’s none of my concern.
I just want them away from me, away from my woman.
“Time to leave,” I cut in.
Damien nods, stepping back. Maxine stares at me, then Lucy. She looks at Lucy for a long time as if trying to psyche her out. But Lucy returns her gaze steadily.
Even more pride swells up inside of me when I see the poise of my woman and how little she allows Maxine to affect her.
Only after Damien and Maxine have left do I see Lucy’s real feelings. She turns to me, her eyes wide… but not with innocence, not with nerves.
It’s the same rage boiling through me.
“What a horrible woman,” Lucy says.
I nod. “She has no right to talk to you like that. But you held your own, Lucy…more than held your own.”
“I thought you were going to punch him,” she says softly. “I’m glad you didn’t.”
“I wanted to,” I snarl. “If he’d finished that pathetic little insult, I know I would have. I wouldn’t have been able to stop myself.”
Just like with you.
“At least the little prick apologized,” I say.
She reaches over and takes my hands. I can feel her warmth, the feeling blazing through her.
“Do you think we could leave?” she says softly.
“We don’t have to, not because of them.”
She shakes her head slowly, takes a step forward, and looks up at me with a glint of daring in her eyes. It’s that on-the-edge look again, but this time she looks ready.
Ready to fall. Ready for us. Ready for the future.
“Not because of them,” she says. “Because of us.”
I squeeze her hands with more possessive fire. “Then let’s get out of here.”
“Okay. Let me just tell Jane quickly. I bet she won’t mind. She’s having a great time.”
I wait, warning myself to calm down until we’re back at my apartment, even as my mind strips away Lucy’s clothes and mentally stares at her naked. Her curves, the width of her hips, and the curvaceous form of her body drive me feral.
And finally, finally, I can let myself go with her.
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
Lucy
“That was so fun,” I say, sitting on the edge of his bed.
My body hasn’t stopped pulsing since we walked into the apartment, as though my heartbeat is only adding to the lust. It’s how aware I am of what’s going to happen, of his size.
But I want it. Badly. I ache for it.
I can do this.
If I can face an Oscar-winning actress, I can do this.
I’m not going to be a victim of my nerves anymore. I won’t stand for it.
I’m so glad I didn’t lose my virginity before now.
It’s the way Logan looks at me as he stalks across the room, his shirt sleeves rolled up, his top buttons undone to show his broad chest His silver-colored pants show the outline of his huge manhood, the lust bursting from him, the same way it shimmers through me.
He stops a few feet short, staring down at me.
“You have no idea how sexy you are,” he says fiercely. “How beautiful. And the whole world knows now, Lucy…we’re together. You’re mine. The amount of times I mentioned you tonight, the word’s going to get out. My playboy days are behind me.”
“Your fake playboy days.”
He smirks, nodding. “I never wanted that life. Not before I met you…and definitely not now I’ve met you. I can’t imagine it.”
After I take my shoes off, he reaches down and pulls me to my feet. His arms wrap around my body in the most protective way.
I sink into him, moaning softly as his hands slide around my hips and down to my ass.
“When you moan like that,” he snarls in my ear, then starts kissing my neck. The kisses make little explosions of lust all over my skin. “It makes me think I’m going to finish. Fucking explode right here. But I’m not doing that unless it’s in your tight virgin pussy.”
“Yes,” I moan, struggling to force the word out past the heat between my legs, on my neck, everywhere.
It’s him, cloaking me in steaminess.
“You need it as badly as I do.”
He pulls at the fabric of my dress, slipping his hands beneath it and massaging my bare skin.
Tingles shimmer over me as I rub against him, grinding my body up and down as my nipples ache, my core screams out, and his hands sink deeper and with more carnal ownership into the mounds of my ass.
“I need you naked again,” he whispers huskily before bringing his lips to mine.