Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 92368 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 462(@200wpm)___ 369(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92368 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 462(@200wpm)___ 369(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
The bedspread is striped navy and white, utterly masculine. But the pillows are warm yellow. A nice touch. The click of his wingtips tells me he’s near, so after I take off my glasses and put them on the nightstand, I follow his order, perching on the edge of the bed. A few seconds later, he enters the room, tugging on his tie, unknotting it, and stalking over to me.
“You’re such a good girl,” he says, brushing a strand of hair from my face, his touch gentle. “And you look absolutely beautiful.” His voice is low and intimate.
I don’t know what game we’re playing anymore—if I’m his secretary or if I’m just me. It makes me nervous. Makes me think too much. “Are we playing or are we…”
He cups my chin, possessively. His grip is strong, demanding, but desperate too. “Tell me what you want, Jules. We have one night. I want to give you everything.”
He’s unreal, and I hardly know where to start. I want it all.
I want to take everything he’ll give. “I don’t want to think. I want to feel,” I confess, baring a little bit of my naked soul to him. But I have a hunch he’ll not only understand me—he’ll want to deliver.
His smug smile says oh yes, I will deliver.
He drops his lips to mine and claims me in a hungry kiss. When he lets go, he says, “Good. Then know this—I’m in charge. I’m going to focus on you. Just you, Jules. Just fucking you.”
My pulse races. The role-play is over, but the night is just beginning. “Thank you,” I say, grateful he’s taken the lead. I don’t want to at all.
He brushes his thumb along my cheekbone. “No, thank you,” he corrects, then steps back and drops to his knees.
Wow. Just wow.
I shudder.
This handsome, stern, older man is on his knees before me, pushing up my skirt, spreading my thighs and roaming his hands along my legs. “I need to see how much you want me.” He pauses to lock eyes with me. “Show me.”
I gulp, but it’s from the thrill of his command. I widen my legs a little more.
He shakes his head. “Don’t be shy. Hike up your skirt. Put your hands on your thighs and spread them for me.”
I comply, tugging up the stretchy material, then parting my thighs.
My reward is the animalistic groan that rips from his throat. “Fuck, honey, you’re so wet for me.”
“I am,” I say breathily as he stares at my soaked panties.
He presses a kiss to my knee then journeys languidly up my flesh. Is he going to start his orgasm marathon by going down on me? I don’t think I’d object.
But he stops when he reaches the middle of my thigh. He looks up, stands, and offers me a hand.
I don’t know what we’re doing. And I don’t know if I trust any man, but I might trust him a little since his want is so clear. His actions spell out his wishes. He’s dirty and honest, and the combo is heady.
He cups my face, rough again like he was at The Scene. “I’ve wanted to worship your body since I met you.”
I tremble. “Really?”
“Yes. This is what I’ve wanted to do since that first night.”
It seems so impossible. “You did?” I sound doubtful. I know I do. But I don’t know how to sound any other way.
His eyes hold mine fiercely. “When you walked into the mansion, I could tell things about you instantly,” he says, dipping his face, kissing my neck, adoring my throat, making me melt.
“Like what?” I ask in between his caresses.
“You’re sensual. You’re in tune with your body.”
Me? In tune with my body? He has it all wrong. “I don’t know if that’s true,” I say, skeptical.
He nods, firm and decisive, as he meets my eyes again. “I see it in the way you play piano with your whole being. The way you dress, like you’re becoming the character. I knew you were the kind of woman who craved pleasure even if you didn’t know it.”
I’m warm everywhere. I’m…adored. I’m understood. After years of being shut down, I’m a flower opening to the sun, my petals spreading.
“That’s what you like? Giving pleasure?” I ask, still stunned that his kink isn’t role-play. It’s…making me come. This is like answering the job interview question what’s your biggest weakness with I work too hard.
He answers with a carnal yes, then says, “Let me show you.”
I’m woozy already. As he unbuttons my shirt, my mouth waters.
As he unzips my bunched-up skirt, my skin sizzles.
As I step out of my clothes, I feel like I’m coming alive.
And then, for one terrible moment, I think about where I am, who I’m with, and how this will never last.
It’s not supposed to last. Just enjoy your illicit one-night affair.