Total pages in book: 110
Estimated words: 106935 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 535(@200wpm)___ 428(@250wpm)___ 356(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 106935 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 535(@200wpm)___ 428(@250wpm)___ 356(@300wpm)
“I do,” I say, and I feel uncorked. Completely free. It’s a fantastic feeling, so I give in to it completely.
“Why now?”
“Because here we are. Like this. First Miami, then New York,” I say, even more caught up in her. “I don’t mean I believe in kismet for everything. But I believe it now…for you.”
Her smile is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. Because it’s all for me. “Are you a closet romantic?”
“Have I hidden it before?”
She lets go of my shoulder, holds up her hand to show a smidge of space between her thumb and forefinger. “You’ve never struck me that way.”
I lift my face to the ceiling where the music and lyrics drift from the speakers. I wandered around, and I finally found…the somebody who…could make me be true. “I took you to a romantic restaurant. I’m slow dancing with you. I’m telling you I believe you and I aren’t a coincidence, and you think I’m not romantic?”
“Okay, maybe a little romantic,” she says, teasing me again.
“Good,” I say, then I inch back, wanting to look her in the eyes. Wanting her to see all of me as I say the next thing. “Because I love you, Layla. I just do. Maybe it’s soon, maybe it’s madness, maybe that makes me a total romantic—”
She shuts me up with a kiss, and it’s the most emotional kiss in the whole entire world. I can feel her love in the way she kisses, can hear it in her soft breath, can sense it in her hands on my face.
It’s there whether she says it or not.
But when she breaks the kiss, she says, “It’s not too soon. I love you too.”
I don’t kiss her again. Instead, I say, “Let me show you how much.”
In the backseat of the car, with the partition up, she’s a goddess, arching against me, grabbing my shirt, and parting her lips as she shatters next to me.
Yes, fucking yes.
I slow the stroke of my fingers as she comes down from her high then turns to me, eyes starry, cheeks glowing.
I lick her off my fingers. Then, my greedy girl comes in for a naughty kiss.
“Mmm. I taste good on your mouth,” she says when she pulls back.
“I should make sure though,” I say darkly.
When we reach my home, I don’t even bother to unzip her dress. I set her on the couch, kneel between her thighs, and push up the fabric.
A few minutes later, she’s making my favorite sounds against my mouth. Then panting, gasping. “You’re relentless, Nick,” she murmurs.
I brush my beard against her thigh. “You demanded orgasms the night I met you. Did I misunderstand you?”
She laughs, then sits up and leans forward, sliding one hand down my chest and gripping my cock through the fabric of my pants.
I moan as she squeezes. “Play with my dick, sweetheart,” I tell her then stand and help her along, unzipping my pants, pushing down my boxer briefs, and offering her my cock. Eagerly, she dips her face to my dick, rubbing the head against her lush red lips.
She reapplied her lipstick in the elevator of my building, and I intend to remove it very, very soon.
I nudge her lips open wider with my cock. Beautifully, she obeys. She licks the head reverently, like she’s indulging in me. Hot sparks of pleasure shoot down my spine.
She swirls her tongue over me then lets go to lick a deliriously sexy stripe down my shaft.
I can’t think anymore, it feels so good.
I breathe out hard, curling a hand around her head. “More,” I urge.
She looks up at me, wicked and powerful as she says, “Patience, handsome.”
I shake my head. “I can’t be patient. God, I want you so much.”
That seems to light her up since in no time, she’s grabbed my hips and has dragged me deep into her throat. She’s on my dick like it’s her next meal, and I can barely stand how erotic this moment is.
My beautiful woman is devouring my cock in my penthouse, her red lips stretched and full of me, all of New York beyond us. But I don’t think she’s focused on the natural art views since she’s so damn focused on my dick. She’s sucking hard and purposefully, but it’s too good. My thighs shake. My balls tingle.
I stop, ease out of her mouth.
She pouts. “But I like your dick.”
“Then spend some time with it in my bed.”
In my bedroom, I strip off my clothes the rest of the way as she tugs off her dress. But I stop and stare when the dress pools on the floor.
She’s breathtaking in black lingerie. My throat goes dry as I point stupidly at the fabric hugging her breasts. “That’s what was in your photo?”
“I bought it for our first New York date,” she says, then runs her fingers down a black satin corset that nearly makes me lose my mind.