Total pages in book: 53
Estimated words: 50620 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 253(@200wpm)___ 202(@250wpm)___ 169(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 50620 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 253(@200wpm)___ 202(@250wpm)___ 169(@300wpm)
As I turned away from her, she tugged on my wrist. “I’m coming with you. Let me change into shorts.”
Clarke ran into the bedroom and came out a minute later, dressed in black spandex shorts and a tight pink tank top. She approached me with her hands in her hair, tugging it through a ponytail holder.
She looked up at me. “I’m ready whenever you are.”
I grabbed my keys off the coffee table, and we left the apartment, taking the elevator down to the first floor. Outside, flashes of light hit us from all angles, cameras snapping one after the other.
“Will,” a reporter shouted. “Is your wife one of your puck bunnies?”
I shielded my face from the lights and shoved Clarke behind me.
“Is this marriage a sham?”
“Why did you get married?”
“Are your days as Romeo over?”
Dozens of reporters fired off one question after another. I turned away without answering them. We raced across the lobby, and Clarke hit the button on the wall to call the elevator.
When the doors opened, I moved Clarke inside and pushed the reporters out of the way. Clarke kept hitting the button for our floor, while I tried to keep the media from following us to her apartment.
“What the fuck?” Clarke said as the doors shut.
“Was this your dad’s doing?”
She shook her head. “No, he wouldn’t do this to me.”
“He would do it to me. You heard what he said.”
“Not here,” she said with confidence. “But everyone knows I’m Tom Hanover’s daughter. The apartment is in his name. It wouldn’t be hard for a reporter to figure out. They’ve had weeks to find us.”
“After three years, you finally tell me that your dad is Tom Hanover? Wow, woman. I didn’t recognize him from his picture in the papers, but his name… You’re right. He’s a legend. If anyone could prove we’re frauds, it’s him.”
Clarke looked up at the camera in the elevator's corner and shook her head. “You’re lucky this place caters to the secrets of DC’s wealthy.”
“Are you sure about that?”
She nodded. “Yep. Otherwise, someone who worked here would have ratted out Ted Fairchild and all the powerful men that call girl brings home with her.”
“Maybe we should investigate,” I suggested. “We can have a stakeout. Isn’t that what you and Mia used to do together?”
“Not tonight. We need to lock the doors and windows and stay inside until we have to leave in the morning.”
I caged her against the wall and kissed her. “I have a few ideas for what we can do until morning.”
“Yeah?” Clarke’s hands roamed down my arms. “After we eat, you can show me.”
After dinner, we sat in the living room with full bellies and watched reruns of Modern Family. We devoured the meatloaf and mashed potatoes. It turned out okay, although it was a little crispy. Clarke was to blame. She had distracted me with her kisses, which led to me getting her off before dinner.
I held Clarke in my arms, stroking my fingers down her bare arm. She shivered from my touch and leaned into me.
Sucking her earlobe into my mouth, I rubbed her inner thigh, and she moaned. She titled her head back to look into my eyes.
“I think it’s time for bed,” she said with a playful smile.
I lifted her in my arms and carried her to the bedroom. Clarke reached out to swat the switch on the wall, dimming the lights to an ominous setting.
I stalked over to the mattress and lowered her onto the bed. She got on her knees and stared up at me, licking her lips. No one made my cock as hard as Clarke. She’d always had this strange power over me, an inexplainable pull that drew me closer.
I rolled the pad of my thumb over her bottom lip. “You look so sexy without even trying.”
She smiled, then licked my thumb as I cupped her chin. “You want to play, baby?”
“Uh-huh.”
A heated look crossed her face, her eyes on mine as I leaned down to kiss her plump lips. They were soft and tasted like peppermint.
She hooked her arms around my neck and leaned into me, parting my lips with her tongue. I got on the bed, ripping at her clothes, stripping away each piece of her clothing until there was a pile on the floor.
When our lips separated, she stared into my eyes, the tension between us so thick and palpable that it glided along my skin. I pushed her back to the mattress, moved between her spread thighs, and peppered her skin with light kisses. She moaned with each flick of my tongue and scrape of my teeth. My mouth hovered over her pussy that was already dripping wet for me.
I licked my way up her stomach, until my hands were on her breasts. I kissed each of her breasts, sucking her nipples into my mouth. She whined when I tugged on the hard bud swelling in my mouth.