Total pages in book: 112
Estimated words: 106312 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 532(@200wpm)___ 425(@250wpm)___ 354(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 106312 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 532(@200wpm)___ 425(@250wpm)___ 354(@300wpm)
I’ve now had a taste of what many women want, something I once saw as a sure sign of weakness, and now I’m intrigued by it. Or maybe it’s because Eli Monti is so good at pretending like I’m the center of his world. And right now, it’s not for show because it’s only him and me as his hands skate up my dress and he pushes my back against the wall in the elevator.
There is a big part of me screaming to tell him to stop this. But I also really like the warmth of his hands on my skin and the fire it creates in every one of my atoms. It’s been a long time since a man has touched me with such need, and I’ve felt that desire tenfold in return.
When the elevator stops on the bottom level, he continues his sensual assault on my body. His lips graze along my collarbone, and I’m gripping the front of his shirt, trying to find some kind of hold on reality.
I shouldn’t want this man. But the more time we spend together, the more I find I’m falling deeper into an abyss I can’t get out of. I need to keep reminding myself that the moment our four months are up, he’ll most likely try to kill me. And now, settling on a divorce to end a marriage I don’t even want makes me feel equally uncomfortable. Because right now, he makes me feel anything but discardable.
I try to focus solely on the carnal attraction we clearly have for each other because that’s all I can allow myself to take from this man until I take his life.
Because my client will eventually order me to do exactly that and is throwing out my career for this man worth it? When he’ll leave me high and dry once everything is done?
He leads me out of the elevator and then presses me against the wall just outside the lobby and reception desk.
His tongue licks up my neck, over my chin, then teases my lips. I can’t stop him, no matter how hard that part of me is telling me to. He cups my bare ass and squeezes it before he lifts me up, and I wrap my legs around his waist. My arms circle his neck, and I’m basically grinding against him in the hallway of this hotel like an animal in heat. I’ve never experienced a sexual need like this.
His lips assault mine, and I hate to admit it, but I love how it feels and the way he tastes. My hands slide up from his neck and run through his hair as I kiss him back with as much passion as he gives me.
“This isn’t a room,” someone interrupts and clears their throat. I pant through broken kisses, trying to draw myself back to reality because if I don’t do it myself, I might stay high on this kind of lust.
Eli doesn't automatically pull back, but my mouth pauses on his, and my hips stop grinding against him. I’m slightly embarrassed, but when Eli shoots me a boyish grin, I can’t help but respond with a mischievous grin of my own.
“I own this hotel, so I suggest you move on,” is all he says as I force him to slowly lower me back to my feet. “And you… Don’t even think you can get out of this.” He pushes his body back against mine, grabbing my hands and pinning them to the wall beside my body.
“I think it’s time you take me home,” I tell him with a seductive smile.
“To our home,” he corrects, and my smile falters. His words sap all the energy out of me, reality crashing back in.
“I don’t want to move in with you,” I whisper. He brushes his nose against mine as if to gesture for me to hold my head high and looks into my eyes.
“Your things are already being moved into my apartment as we speak. You took advantage of breaking into my home yesterday while I was distracted. So I returned the favor today.” My jaw drops. I can feel the heat rising up my neck, which often happens when he pisses me off.
The thought of someone else going through my things right now makes my blood boil. But it’s also tit for tat, which is infuriating. Every little thing I do against this man, he either throws it back in my face or one-ups me.
“You might be used to strangers touching your things, but I’m not, and I don’t like it.” I wiggle free of his hold and manage to step a few feet away.
He chuckles behind me. “We’ve had this discussion already; I just moved the process along faster for both of us. Why must you fight against me at every turn?”