Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 58604 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 293(@200wpm)___ 234(@250wpm)___ 195(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58604 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 293(@200wpm)___ 234(@250wpm)___ 195(@300wpm)
A breakfast bar toward the back catches my attention, partitioning the space between the kitchen and living room. Black gloss cabinets and stainless-steel appliances gleam in the kitchen.
“Have you ever cooked in there?” I nudge my head from the kitchen to the dining table that can seat eight people. “To host dinner parties?”
“I wouldn’t know the first thing about dinner parties. That table came with the house.” He tilts his head to the side, watching me as I continue to look around. A staircase leads to what looks like a loft with a railing overlooking the downstairs area.
“Is that a glass-walled shower room?” I ask, wonder in my tone. Thoughts of me lying on his bed watching him shower fire into my mind, and my pussy throbs.
“It is,” he replies huskily.
I walk over to the large window, not seeing anything beyond the pane of glass, just the reflection of the inside. I’m not sure if I prefer it that way or not. Anyone could be out there looking back at me.
“Do you live here alone?” I ask.
“No, I have a wife and three kids hidden away.”
My stomach leaps. I know he’s joking, but my fists ball all the same. “I meant a roommate, ass.”
“I have enough of those at the club. This is just for me.” He raises his brow. “And you, if you want it to be.” I meet his eyes, my heart galloping like a herd of wild horses.
“Things have moved fast between us.” I smile, wringing my hands, my stomach dipping.
“Fast or slow, we’re still heading in the same direction.” He moves closer, licking his bottom lip. I track the action, my core awakening with need.
“With everything we’ve been through, it feels like we’ve known each other for a hundred lifetimes.” He moves behind me, stroking my hair from my shoulder and kissing the delicate space between my neck and ear.
“When will it all be over? I’m so tired,” I murmur, my eyes closing as I sink into his touch.
“You’ve been trying to keep yourself together, control the outcome. Sometimes you just have to let someone else take the reins.”
“I don’t like feeling coddled. Fragile,” I admit. I’ve been taking care of everyone else for so long, it’s hard to let go and accept I’m not in this alone anymore.
“Our fragility is what makes us human, Rogue. The beautiful broken pieces, the vulnerability—they’re what make you you.”
His teeth graze my shoulder. “Do you trust me?”
“Yes.” I reply without question.
“Take your clothes off.”
My mouth gapes, and I shift on my feet. “What?”
His chest rumbles in a laugh against my back at the shock in my voice.
Inhaling my scent, he says, “Don’t ask questions. Be a good girl and take your clothes off for me. Show me all of you.” Heat singes my skin, his words flustering me. I want to be defiant. To say no. That thought gets whisked away when he adds, “I need to see what’s mine.” Lust saturates me. My hands move of their own accord, pulling the hem of my top over my head, acutely aware of the window.
“Are you trying to corrupt me?” I ask, turning to face him, brushing my body against his and relishing in the thick, hard cock bulging in his jeans.
“I think it’s the other way around,” he breathes, his warmth dispersing over my cheeks.
“Is that what you think?” I drop my tone, cupping his cock.
“Mmhmm.”
“Maybe I should be the one giving you orders.” I gasp when he lifts me, my legs winding around his waist. He walks us with purpose up the stairs to the bedroom.
Dropping me on the bed, I bounce, squealing as he backs away and rests his ass against the railing, folding his arms. He crosses his legs at the ankles. There’s just a king-sized bed in the space, no other furniture. “Take your clothes off, Rogue.”
My chest rises and falls with hastened intakes of breath, showing him everything I’m feeling.
His words kiss over me, awakening every nerve ending, as a seamless desire simmers between us. Biting my lip, I reach behind my back, unclasp my bra, and drag it down my arms until my tits spill free. His eyes flash, spurring me on. Standing, I kick off my shoes and unbutton my jeans, lowering the zipper deliberately slow.
“Tease,” he groans, a rough edge to his voice.
Pushing the fabric down my legs, I step out of them. A chill races over my thighs where my skin is still damp from the rain, but it does nothing to cool the fire burning in my core.
“Panties, Rogue,” he says, nodding toward them.
I’m going to combust and he hasn’t even touched me yet. Hooking my fingers into the waistband of my panties, I shove them down my legs before kicking them toward him. He whips his hand out, snatching them from the air, a delicious smirk kicking up the corner of his lips.