Total pages in book: 117
Estimated words: 113142 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 566(@200wpm)___ 453(@250wpm)___ 377(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 113142 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 566(@200wpm)___ 453(@250wpm)___ 377(@300wpm)
“Yes. When you’re home and there’s a benefit, I’d like it if you came with me, though.”
“Absolutely.”
She shifted in the seat. “Then that’s that.”
“We should celebrate.”
She laughed. “The end of your torture?”
“Something like that.”
“What did you have in mind?”
I had the sudden desire to hold her in my arms. “I know a place—great drinks, music, dancing. Can I interest you?”
“I’d love that!”
“Me too.”
For someone who claimed to be clumsy, on the dance floor, Ally came alive. She was perfect in my arms as we glided around the floor. She shimmied and moved to the faster beats like she was born with rhythm in her soul. I loved watching her and regretted not having a camera with me. I used my phone and got a few shots to satisfy my need.
At one point, we swayed to the sultry sound, her pressed close to me.
“I love dancing with you,” she murmured, trailing her fingers over my neck, making me tighten with want.
“They say dancing is like making love upright,” I replied, tightening my hold. “With the right person anyway.”
She tilted back her head. “Am I the right person?”
I kissed her deeply, exploring her sweetness, needing her cinnamon-scented breath inside my mouth. “Yes.”
“Good. You’re mine too, Adam.”
We stumbled into the loft at two o’clock in the morning, after dancing for hours, leaving the tension of the night behind us. I’d left the car parked at the club, and we took a cab home. We made out all the way home in the back seat and in the elevator up to the loft. I could hardly wait to get her naked.
Pieces of our clothes were strewn around the floor as we made our way to the bed. I growled low as I saw the lacy blue lingerie she was wearing under her pretty dress. I planned on peeling it off her smooth skin—with my teeth.
She giggled and I grinned, realizing I’d said that out loud. Then I did exactly that.
I hummed against her breasts, capturing a plump nipple in my mouth. She arched up with a low moan, making me hiss as her movement dragged her wetness along my cock, coating me with her want.
“Fuck. What you do to me,” I groaned as I slid through her heat. I stilled at the completeness of being buried inside her. Every time was like the first, a feeling I never wanted to lose.
She flexed, her body surrounding me.
I thrust slowly, deeply, taking my time with her. These moments were so perfect—joined with her in the most intimate of ways. I rocked leisurely, our bodies melded, skin against skin, never apart. A long shiver ran down my spine at her closeness.
I took her mouth, our tongues sliding, mimicking our bodies. Languid, fluid, deep, and sensuous. I stayed locked inside her intimate embrace until we both shook with the force of release. Until she was limp and sated in my arms. She rested against my chest, idly tracing her finger over my skin.
“Did I tell you Emma called?”
“Oh?”
“She’s in town, so we’re going to have lunch. You want to join us?”
“How about I drop you off and have coffee, then leave you to it?”
“Are you sure?”
I dropped a kiss on her head. “You haven’t seen her in a while. You two need to catch up. I’m not overly interested in girl talk.”
She laughed. “Okay, but I know she wants to meet you. She’s heard lots about you.”
I grinned. “Bragging, are you? How sexy I am, how good in bed, my incredible looks?”
She huffed, the air drifting over my skin. “More like how bossy you are, the fact that you can’t find the laundry basket, and you have no idea what a towel rack is for.”
Laughter rumbled through my chest, and I pressed a kiss to her head. “Whatever, Ally. You know you can’t resist me.”
“Just keeping it real.”
“That’s my girl. Now, go to sleep.”
“See? Bossy,” she mumbled sleepily.
I grinned against her head. She was right.
Emma Jones was tall with intelligent dark eyes, and her fondness for my girl was evident. We sized each other up, both cautious, then she smiled.
“Nice to finally meet you, Adam.”
“Same here,” I replied, shaking her hand.
“Ally said you were hot.”
I grinned, leaning back. “Did she now?”
Ally groaned. “Not you too. Elena already fills his head with compliments.”
I bent close to her ear. “Already talking about my filled head, Ally? You’re making me blush.”
Emma burst out laughing, and I had to chuckle. Ally tried to ignore me.
“I have some news,” Emma announced. “I’m selling my stores.”
“Why?” gasped Ally.
“The offer is too good to pass up. They’ll still carry my clothes, but they’ll run them, and I can concentrate on my designs. With Alan’s new job, he’s traveling a lot, I’m traveling—we never see each other. This is a good compromise.” She took a sip of her coffee. “Life is too short to be apart that much.”