Total pages in book: 133
Estimated words: 135799 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 679(@200wpm)___ 543(@250wpm)___ 453(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 135799 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 679(@200wpm)___ 543(@250wpm)___ 453(@300wpm)
“I want you underneath me.”
Chapter 7
ELLIOT
My teeth graze her ear and all of my senses are heightened.
I run my hand up her arm to feel goosebumps.
Fuck.
She’s hot.
It’s dark and I take her face in my hands and kiss her softly; she smiles against me and kisses me back.
Arousal begins to pump hard through my body and my cock hardens in my pants.
Her tongue dances with mine and I frown. Fucking hell . . .
She’s really fucking hot.
Yes.
Yes.
Our tongues dance seductively as I begin to lose control. I lean into her.
My grip on her face tightens as my body begins to throb. She pulls back from me and licks her lips as she stares at me.
I reach for her and she holds her hand up as if to stop me.
“What are you doing?” I pant.
“I’ve had enough.” She sits up and takes her lipstick from her purse, totally unaffected.
My eyebrows rise in surprise. Huh?
She opens a compact mirror and begins to put her bright pink lipstick on.
I lean in and nibble her neck and goosebumps scatter up her arms once more. She smiles.
“Don’t bother with the lipstick; it will rub off on my dick,” I breathe into her ear.
She turns her head and seductively licks my lips; I almost blow on the spot.
“I’m going,” she whispers.
I smile darkly as I sit up to leave. “Yes . . . we are.”
She rolls her lipstick on. “Sit down, you’re not coming.”
“What?”
“Sorry.” She shrugs. “I guess I’m just not that into you.”
What does she mean?
She puts her mouth to my ear. “And for the record, you would be underneath me.”
I smirk. I like this game.
She bites my ear hard and I grab her head and hold it to mine.
For a moment, we stay close, bathing in the electricity between us.
And holy fuck, there’s a lot of it.
“What am I supposed to do about this?” I take her hand and place it over my hard cock.
Her eyes darken and she leans forward and kisses me again. “Go upstairs and fuck a model,” she breathes into my mouth.
I jerk back from her, unimpressed with her tone. “Careful,” I warn her.
She stands, steps over me, and with her long legs straight and on either side of mine, she leans down to me one more time. “Elliot,” she whispers.
I run my hands up her long legs. “Fuck off, we’re going home now.” I sit forward and she pushes me back in my chair. “My cock won’t go down,” I whisper up at her.
She kisses me as she reaches for something on the table and then I feel her hand at my crotch.
Hell . . . what must we look like?
Who fucking cares?
She kisses me once more and I smile against her lips as she undoes my fly.
Is she just going to jerk me off, right here? Fuck . . . she’s an animal.
Yes . . . yes . . . yes.
I feel a burn on my balls and my eyes snap open.
Cold, ice fucking cold.
“That better, baby?” she whispers as she stands, runs her hand down my stubble.
I look down to see that she has put a handful of ice down my briefs. “What the fuck?” I growl.
She laughs, blows me a kiss, turns, and I watch as her sexy hot ass sashays through the crowd.
I dig the ice out of my pants and throw it under the table. I look around to see if anyone just saw what happened. I try to catch my breath as I drag my hand down my face. “What the hell was that shit?” I murmur.
I sit back and stretch my arms out along the back of the chair.
Testosterone is thrumming through my body, the primal urge to fuck is hard and real.
Her words come back to me: I guess I’m just not that into you . . .
Liar.
Nothing’s easy with this woman. I want to go to her house and drag her into bed.
But of course, I won’t.
Lesson number one, don’t play with a player.
I smirk into my glass.
Kate Landon is going to get it.
Hard.
KATE
“Taxi,” I call as I hold my arm up.
One pulls up and I dive into the backseat. “Quick, drive,” I say to the driver.
“Okay lady, calm down,” he says as he pulls out into the traffic. “What’s wrong with you?”
“Just getting away from a bad date,” I lie. I turn and look out the rear window and watch the club disappear into the distance.
I turn back to face the front as relief fills me. I can’t believe I just did that.
I get a vision of Elliot in the club right now with ice down his pants, and I smile goofily.
Wow . . . who am I?
I think this is my favorite moment of all time.
I giggle to myself—go me.
Three hours later, the problem with playing hard to get is that you don’t get it.