Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 44562 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 223(@200wpm)___ 178(@250wpm)___ 149(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44562 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 223(@200wpm)___ 178(@250wpm)___ 149(@300wpm)
“You know mine.”
“I’m forty-one.”
She paused. “A man with experience.”
He smiled and realized it was the first time he’d done so in a long time. “With a great deal I can show you.” He reached across the table and placed his hand above hers. He saw the pulse beat even more wildly against her throat. He wanted to kiss her neck. To sink his teeth on her pulse, to hold her against him as he pounded into her tight, hot cunt.
His cock started to harden right then and there, and he had no choice but to look away. He was a grown man, not a child, and here he was acting like a fucking teenager for the woman in front of him. It wasn’t like he hadn’t had his fair share of club pussy. What sickened him a little was three hours before meeting Callie, his dick had been down the throat of one of the club whores. He didn’t know why it bothered him so much, but it did. The night before, he’d been balls deep inside another’s ass.
The women came easy to him, and being the VP in the club, they threw themselves at each other and pretty much competed for what they were willing to let him do to them. Looking back now, some of the stuff made him wince, but it had always been consensual. He wasn’t the kind of man who enjoyed raping a woman. That shit sickened him. Men who held down a woman who didn’t want them, those assholes needed to be fucking slaughtered.
He pulled his hand away from Callie and stared at the menu. The tips of his fingers that had touched her tingled. He was losing his fucking mind over this woman.
“Do you know what’s good here?” she asked.
“Can’t say. I haven’t eaten here in a long time. I’m thinking the steak. It looks good.”
“I’ll have the house special pasta.”
“You sure?”
“Yep. I happen to be addicted to pasta.” There she went nibbling her lip and tucking some strands of hair behind her ear.
Again, he wondered what it would be like to wrap the length of hair around his fist with her on her knees, taking her from behind.
Calm down, boy.
His cock was going to come right out of his pants if he wasn’t careful.
He nodded for the waiter to come and take his order. The man looked petrified. This was going to cause him a problem. Even though he should tell Callie straight away who he was, he didn’t want to. He liked her not judging him. The way she looked at him and not the leather cut. He was a real person to her. Not a trophy or some guy to be afraid of.
Little did she know being with him was bad for her health. Women were targets by rivals. So he had to keep their relationship secret for more reason than one.
“Tell me about yourself, Callie,” he said once the waiter had left.
She looked around the restaurant. “There’s not much to tell really.”
“You’ve got no family.”
“No, not really,” she said.
He noticed the way she moved in her seat, seeming uncomfortable.
“Let’s not talk about family,” he said. “I won’t mention mine.” He’d already made plans to keep his family life vague, not wanting her to know the truth.
Awkward silence filled the air, and Callie chuckled. “Is it me or did this seem a lot easier back at work?”
He smiled. She was right. “I’m not used to dating.”
“I find that hard to believe,” she said.
Brick winked at her. “Because of my charming good looks?”
“You know you’ve got everything a woman could ever want. There’s no reason to seek any compliments.” She rolled her eyes, but it was cute. He liked it.
Attention from the whores meant nothing. A simple compliment from Callie meant everything.
“I just don’t date.” He thought about the club women. There was no reason to. “Not that I haven’t been with a lot of women.”
“Okay,” she said. “That is … an interesting date topic. Tell the woman opposite you how she wouldn’t measure up.”
“Oh, don’t worry about that. You’re not like any of the other women.”
He noticed her cheeks start to flame.
“Right, of course. I know I wouldn’t be.”
“Shit, fuck. I didn’t mean it like that. You’re not like them because I … actually like sitting opposite you.” He frowned. “You know, I’m never bad at this with anyone else.”
Callie smiled. “This is the first date I’ve been on.”
“And I’m messing it up.” He grabbed his water and took long swallows of it, wishing it was something a hell of a lot stronger. “Wait, what?”
“Huh?”
“Your first date?”
She nodded. “I don’t date. I don’t get asked out. You’re the first.”
“You’ve had boyfriends, though, in the past, right?”
She started to shake her head then smiled. “My life has been a little complicated.”
Brick stared at her. She kept moving the fork around.