Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 76541 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 306(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76541 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 306(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
When I reach her, I lift a hand and rub my thumb over her bottom lip. Her breath rushes out, warm and sweet. Glancing at the pad of my thumb, I’m happy to see a purple smudge from her lipstick. I intend to have it all over my cock later.
“I like this color,” I say gruffly.
Hannah smirks. “I bet you’re just wondering what it will look like all over your dick, right?”
“Guilty,” I admit bluntly.
“Typical,” she replies, and I throw my head back to laugh. She’s not nearly as uncomfortable as I thought she’d be, and she has a dirty mouth on her. I like that because she’s showing me she has grit, but that just makes me rise to the challenge even more. I bet before the night is through, I’ll have her blushing all over.
“Shall we?” I ask, holding my arm out gallantly.
Hannah tucks her hand in the crook of my elbow, and I escort her to the elevator that will take us up to the Wicked Horse.
Once inside, I release her hand and move mine to her lower back. It’s warm, and I intend to have my mouth there later. Everywhere really.
“How was your day?” I ask, watching the digital numbers tick higher as the elevator ascends.
“It was fine,” she murmurs. “I was even able to get into my doctor today for a blood test.”
My heart slams inside my chest. “Did you get the results yet?”
“Tomorrow.”
Well, shit. But all good things come to those who wait. Still, I feel compelled to inform her. “My doctor rushed mine and I’m good to go. As soon as you get yours, let me know.”
“Yes, sir,” she says tartly.
“I like you calling me ‘sir,’” I reply darkly, dropping my hand down to her ass. I slide it low, pushing my fingers across bare skin—I knew she couldn’t possibly have panties on under that miniscule amount of leather—and right between her ass cheeks.
Yelping, she tucks her ass under, but I’m not deterred. Pushing through the warmth straight to the tight opening, I press the tip of my middle finger there.
She lets out a harsh breath, her body swaying into mine. I chuckle, leaning slightly into her. “My cock is going to love your ass.”
She shakes her head violently. “No fucking way.”
“We’ll see,” I say nonchalantly and pull my hand away, only to take hers back again. I squeeze it briefly, and we both watch the numbers ascend until we reach The Wicked Horse.
When the doors open, I pull Hannah from the elevator, walking briskly through the lobby after nodding to the hostess at the podium. I’m well known by everyone and don’t need to stop to check in.
“Aren’t we going to have a drink first?” Hannah asks, practically trotting to keep pace with me.
“Not in the mood.” My reply is terse, and I take a slight left once I make it past the double doors that lead out of the Social Room.
Down a hallway and into the Waterfall Room.
It’s a sinfully opulent room with a circular, heated pool in the center. In the middle of that, a waterfall cascades from the ceiling onto a platform about fifteen feet in diameter. It pours through a crystal chandelier that has long ropes of colored prisms hanging from it.
The flooring of the room is textured cement done in black with silver sparkles and inset colored stones. Along the perimeter are couches and chaises done in shimmery vinyl that can handle wet bodies and bodily fluids. Attendants dressed in black wait in the darkened wings of the room, ready to swoop in to discreetly clean the furniture off as needed.
On the far side, silvery satin curtains frame a double-glass doorway that leads outside to The Deck. This is an area that’s off limits, since Hannah’s afraid of heights and I don’t want her fainting or getting sick on me.
“I’m thinking you naked on the middle of that platform, with my face between your legs,” I say in a low voice, and her small hand wrapped in mine jerks with surprise. I tighten my hold, pulling her along.
“Wait,” she exclaims, the tinge of panic in her voice making my cock start to thicken.
I don’t answer her or slow my pace.
“Wait,” she growls and jerks her hand away, planting her feet in place.
I turn to face her, an amused smile on my face. “Surely you’re not pulling the shy card on me, Hannah.”
Her chin lifts proudly. “No, but you’re moving just a little fast. This is all a bit… intense.”
“Which is what makes it exciting, right?” I taunt.
She turns her head left and then right, taking in the scattered couples and threesomes lounging around.
Kissing. Fondling. Fucking.
When she looks back to me, she says, “I just thought we’d ease into things before you put me on center stage with a spotlight shining down on me.”