Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 34140 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 171(@200wpm)___ 137(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34140 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 171(@200wpm)___ 137(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
Peter held his hand up. “I’m taken.”
She hadn’t seen the wedding band.
“Oh, er, so sorry.”
Peter chuckled. “Don’t worry about it, and besides, Carson told me to stay here to keep an eye on you, so that’s what I’m doing.”
“I can take care of myself.”
“Starving yourself isn’t taking care of yourself.”
Willow frowned. “Does everyone have a food fetish? I ate, just not well, nor a lot, and yeah, it wasn’t that great.”
He chuckled. “We’re all taking turns watching out for you.”
“I bet Carson does this a lot, doesn’t he?”
Peter finally turned to look at her and he had a frown on his face. He didn’t say anything but she felt the need to elaborate on what she meant.
“You know, getting you to take care of women he has an eye on.” Her face was heating up and words were just spilling from her lips and made no sense at all.
“No, Carson has never done this.”
“What?”
The music was loud but she must have misheard him.
Peter leaned in. “Carson has never pursued a woman. He has never cared about a woman’s protection before. You are the first and you are important to him.”
She was shocked. Carson had said the same thing, but she hadn’t believed him. She was the first woman he had cared about.
Peter sat up and she didn’t need to turn around to know that Carson was there. Peter nodded and then Carson stood in front of her.
“That was rude,” Willow said.
He held out a hand to her. “Dance with me.”
“I’ve got my drink.”
Carson nodded his head and the bartender came to take it away.
“Hey, I was drinking that.”
“And now, you’re going to dance with me.” Carson took her hands and he started to pull.
Willow wanted to tell him no, to force him to stop, but she also didn’t want to cause a scene. She had no choice but to follow him as he pulled her onto the dance floor.
“I don’t dance,” she said.
People were pumping and grinding against each other. When she was at home, she tended to sway her hips once or twice, and that was if a song even registered on her mind. Most of the time, not. She wasn’t quite into music.
“Neither do I, but there’s nothing wrong with just swaying together.”
The song was loud, and the people around them looked close to having sex, they were all over each other.
Carson wrapped his arm around her waist, pulled her close, and with the dress she wore, she felt every inch of him as he pressed against her. She nibbled her lip and released a moan as he began to sway them to his own beat. They were not in tune to whatever music was playing.
At first, Willow felt out of place. This was not what she wanted to do.
“Look at me,” he said.
She wanted to tell him to fuck off, but again, she wasn’t known for being rude. Instead, she stared into his eyes and waited.
“Feel what I do and follow me.”
It sounded so easy for him to say that, but for her, she struggled at first. Then it was like something clicked inside her head and within her body and she was able to move to the beat he created. The people around them faded and all Willow cared about was Carson.
When they started to dance, she had her hands at her sides, not wanting to be part of the beat, and then she wrapped her arms around his neck, holding onto him as he took them on his dance.
She didn’t know how long they were on the floor, but Carson broke the spell, took her hand, and then moved her away from the dance floor. They didn’t go back to his office, but stepped outside, into an alleyway.
He pressed her up against the wall and kissed her hard. One of his knees pressed between her thighs, and she didn’t want to break the spell he’d wielded over her. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she kissed him back, feeling the hard ridge of his cock as he pressed to her stomach.
Carson was aroused for her, by her.
He traced his tongue across her lips and she moaned his name, desperate, hungry for more, and then he growled her name against her lips, before breaking the kiss.
Her mouth felt swollen and she couldn’t help but run her tongue across her lip, feeling the tingle from his touch.
Carson groaned. “Come on,” he said.
Once again, he held her hands, and rather than go to a car, they walked past the long line of people waiting to go into the nightclub.
“Where are we going?” she asked.
“A midnight stroll.”
“It’s midnight?”
She didn’t have a watch on and the time had faded fast.
“Yeah, it’s midnight.” They stopped near the opening of a park, a streetlight illuminating the sign.
“I can’t believe the time,” she said.