Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 72516 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 363(@200wpm)___ 290(@250wpm)___ 242(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72516 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 363(@200wpm)___ 290(@250wpm)___ 242(@300wpm)
My gorgeous girl inhaled sharply and tried to shake her head, but my firm grip stopped the movement. “T-taking me?” she sputtered. Something in her eyes clued me into the fact that she had picked up on my double entendre but wasn’t sure if I’d meant it.
I nodded and dropped my eyes to the large bulge straining against the zipper of my pants. When I looked up at her again, I was satisfied that her gaze had followed mine because she was still staring at my cock. “You’re mine, Eva-bear. And I’m taking you in every way possible.”
Eva gaped at me and opened her mouth, but before she could say anything, the damn hostess was intruding again. “Sir, is there anything you need? I can—”
I would never hit a woman, but I did give her the same deadly glare I’d leveled on Eva’s “date.” She stumbled back a few steps, almost toppling over on her ridiculously high heels. Although they looked trashy on her, I admitted to myself that I would love to feel them digging into my back as I fucked Eva fast and hard.
If my dick got any bigger, it was going to rip a hole in my three-thousand dollar, custom-tailored dress pants, trying to get to Eva. I was tired of having an audience and was practically vibrating with my need for her. It was time to get the fuck out of there before I dragged her to the bathroom and took her like an animal.
I glowered at the hostess, and she squeaked as she hurried back to the front of the restaurant. Then I turned and threw some money on the table before scooping Eva into my arms and stalking out the front door.
3
Tucker
Eva was silent as I carried her out the door to my waiting car. Surprised at her lack of reaction, I glanced down at her face and almost laughed. She was glaring at me as though she was trying to murder me with her eyes. It was so fucking cute, all I wanted to do was press her up against the nearest wall and kiss the hell out of her.
However, it could wait until I had her safely ensconced in our home. The attendant tossed me my keys, and I caught them with the hand behind Eva’s back. He opened the passenger side door, and I started to thank him when I noticed him eyeballing Eva’s chest. I practically growled, startling him, and when he clocked my expression, he went running back to his booth.
I placed Eva in her seat and swiftly pulled the seat belt across her, clicking it into place. Then I slammed the door shut and hit the lock button as I jogged around the front of the Jag. I used the key to open the door and dropped into the driver’s seat. Eva had just managed to unfasten her seat belt, and I shot my arm out to grab it and fasten it once more.
“Fine,” she grumbled. “You can take me home.”
“You read my mind, Eva-bear,” I chuckled.
“Are you planning on scaring everyone to death?” she snipped a minute later.
I laughed and shook my head, yet my voice was firm when I answered, “Only the ones who can’t keep their eyes off what’s mine. Or interfere with my plans.”
“Yours?” she repeated quietly.
I gave her a hard look. “Mine.”
To my surprise, she was quiet after that. Until I approached 65th Street, where her apartment was located, several blocks to the east. "You can turn here,” she informed me with a wave of her right hand. I continued straight and saw her turn her head toward me out of the corner of my eye. “Or 68th.” Which was the next street that went east.
When I passed that one too, she twisted her whole body in my direction, and I glanced over to see her scrutinizing me. “I thought you were taking me home.”
I nodded as I looked back to the road. “I am.”
“Where exactly do you think my home is?” she asked, her tone exasperated.
“You’ll see, baby. Be patient.”
“Be patient? You’re practically kidnapping me, Tucker!”
I stifled a grin and shrugged. “Not practically,” I explained in a pleasantly neutral tone as though we were discussing the weather. “That’s exactly what I’m doing.”
Eva gasped and reared back, bumping into the door. “What the fuck are you talking about?” she shouted.
My head whipped around, and I scowled at her. “Watch your mouth, Eva.”
Her eyes narrowed, and she squared her shoulders defiantly. “Or what, Tucker?”
I was forced to focus on the road once more as I approached 80th Street and our home. So I added extra steel to my tone when I answered since she wouldn’t be able to see the serious expression on my face. “Or I’ll spank that pretty ass of yours until you feel my handprint on both cheeks for days.” The image sent a shockwave of lust from my brain, straight to my cock.