Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 99434 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 497(@200wpm)___ 398(@250wpm)___ 331(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 99434 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 497(@200wpm)___ 398(@250wpm)___ 331(@300wpm)
His eyes roamed my face. The man had an uncanny ability to read me. It unnerved me almost as much as I found it fascinating. When our eyes met, I knew he had the answer before he’d even asked the question.
“Have you made one for getting involved with me?”
***
Class had ended ten minutes ago, but I still had a few people waiting to talk to me one on one. The more I taught them about the appeals process and researching case precedents, the more it sparked questions on the viability of overturning their own cases.
A guard I had seen once or twice, but never spoken to, stopped by the classroom.
“Time’s up, boys,” he said from the door.
My eyes flashed to Gray’s. He walked over to the guard, and the two of them spoke for a few minutes. Their eyes occasionally flickered up to where I stood. When they were done, Gray walked back to the front of the room and spoke to the stragglers hanging around.
“Kirkland’s gotta clear the room before the end of his shift. You guys are going to have to ask your questions next week.”
Without much complaint, the last of the students walked to the door. Dealing with the majority of the guys housed here felt no different than dealing with people at work. These men were white collar, many of them educated better than I was.
The guard yelled back to Gray with a warning tone. “You got ten minutes, Westbrook. That’s it. Then I need to take her for sign out.”
I waited until the door clicked closed to ask any questions. “What’s going on?”
“Fourth stack from the library door. It’s a blind spot for the cameras.” Gray lifted his chin. “Take that book with you that you used for class like you need to put it away.”
“But that’s from my firm’s library. I brought it with me.”
He looked me in the eyes. “Trust me. I’ll meet you over there in two minutes.”
By the way his black pupils pushed away almost all the green in his eyes, I suspected I knew what was about to happen. And even though just thirty seconds ago I had felt completely normal, my entire body immediately changed in anticipation. I nodded and walked to the adjoining library, counting the stacks as I went. The skin on my face burned, yet my fingers and toes seemed to go cold and lose their feeling. My head spun while I tried to walk normally on wobbly legs and act natural, knowing that cameras had eyes everywhere.
Unsure what to do with myself when I arrived at the fourth stack, I tried to look busy by fingering through the book titles on the spine. If someone had shown up, held a gun to my head, and told me to read the words, though, I would’ve been dead. I was too wired to see straight.
I smelled Gray before I saw him. He had a clean, fresh, yet masculine smell. My back was to him as he walked up the aisle behind me, and one of his big hands gripped my hip as the other pushed my hair to the side. I gasped. If I’d been on a roller coaster, inching its way up to the top, this moment hovered at the summit—my blood pumped faster, full of adrenaline-laced fear and anticipation, waiting for the hair-raising nosedive down.
His low voice tickled my neck. “Stop me now, Layla, if you don’t want this.”
The coaster car rocked back and forth at the precipice. “What about the cameras?” My voice was so husky and breathless, I barely recognized it.
“Trust me,” he said.
Trust me.
As crazy as it was, I did. And maybe I didn’t even care about the consequences, if there were any. I wanted to touch this man more than anything I’d ever wanted. I turned, and Gray’s heated gaze caught mine. He looked into my eyes, seeming to give me one last chance to stop him. Unable to speak, I gave him the slightest nod as my chest heaved up and down.
Before I could prepare myself for what I’d just agreed to, Gray grabbed my face with both hands and backed me up against the bookshelf behind me. His head dipped down, and he planted his lips over my mouth.
The jolt from feeling his body press up against mine made me forget anything else existed. He licked my lips, urging me to open, and groaned into my mouth as his tongue found mine. I whimpered in response. Never in my life had I felt such hunger, felt so deeply desired. A heavy throb between my legs had me pushing into him, but I still couldn’t get close enough.
As if he sensed what I needed, Gray reached his hands around to my ass and tugged my thighs, guiding me to wrap my legs around him so he could press deeper. He crushed his erection against my aching clit and ground up and down. The friction had me so turned on that I thought it was possible he could finish me off with just more grinding.