Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 72895 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 364(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72895 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 364(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
“I know when I’ve had too much.”
I sighed and brought the salad to the set table, nodding for her to take a seat.
“Normally, you do. But something is different this time. You’re not drinking because you like it or because Velvet Fire is damn good whiskey. You’re drinking to forget or hide something.”
“You’re starting to piss me off, Thomas.”
“I know,” I grinned. “But this has to stop, at least for now. None of us, especially you, can afford to have you making drunken mistakes. We need to get you out of this shit, Sadie. Beck is gunning for you, and she’s gunning hard, with the full force of the FBI at her back. To beat this, you need to be the ruthless, clearheaded Sadie we know and love. Can I have your word on the booze?”
She mulled over my words, and I knew they had an impact by the way she angrily served herself a salad. She must have been really distracted because she dropped some on my plate as well.
“Well,” I said before I picked up my fork.
She nodded, as far as she’d go to agree, but I’d take it.
“You think you know me, Thomas. You don’t.”
I took my seat across from her and drank in the sight of her like this, pissed off and a little vulnerable. “I know you better than you think.”
She set her fork down and curled her lips into a seductive smile. “Then you know exactly what I’m thinking right now.”
I knew what she was thinking because I’d been thinking about nothing but tasting her sweet cunt since she walked into the kitchen. But not now. Not yet. “I do.”
“Tell me.” Her commanding tone was back, and fuck me, but I loved it because she used that tone when she felt too much.
“You want me to peel those pants off your body and suck your pussy until your honey coats my tongue. You want to grind those hips and drag your clit across my face until you come.” She let out a little gasp of arousal.
“Don’t you?”
“You know I do.”
I nodded and pushed back from the table, hands on my hips, a wry grin on my face. “Well, you know what I want, Sadie? I want to feel those soft lips wrapped around my cock, sucking me like only you can do.”
Heat flared in her eyes, and she licked her lips, but she stayed in her seat.
I stood there and waited. I could wait her out longer than she’d ever expect, because I’d been waiting for her forever.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
Sadie
“You’re asking me to suck your cock?” My tone was incredulous, but my pussy was soaked as it pulsed in my panties.
Thomas folded his arms across his chest and shook his head, a move that disappointed me. “No, I’m not asking, Sadie. I’m telling you to get over here and suck it. Now.”
I should have torn him a new asshole for talking to me that way, for thinking that he—or any man—had the right to demand that of me anymore. But his commanding tone, that intense look in his eyes, was a goddamn turn-on. “And if I don’t?”
Thomas’ lips curled into a crooked grin. “You will.”
Dammit, he was right. I loved to suck Thomas off. He wasn’t just grateful like most men were. He really got into it. He was vocal and those guttural sounds he made got me wet and ready for him.
“I’m waiting.”
I slowly pushed away from the table and walked to him until we stood face to face. There was no point in playing coy because I’d already be upstairs if I had no plans to take his cock in my mouth. My tongue slid out and slicked across my lips, and Thomas’ heated gaze followed every little movement.
One quick tug on the zipper, a flick of my thumb, and his pants sagged on his hips. “No belt?”
He shrugged. “Consider it my casual look.” His head fell back when I reached inside his silk boxers and wrapped a hand around his cock.
“Fuck,” he groaned, eyes closed but only for a moment because Thomas liked to watch.
His cock was thick and hard in my hands, and the vein on the underside of his cock throbbed against my palm. His desire for me was evident.
This was why I kept Thomas at a distance. He was commanding when he wanted to be and in the most delicious fucking way. He was powerful but not cruel about it, and he only did it—I was sure—because he knew it fucking turned me on.
In this space, in moments like this, I was compelled by some invisible force to do what he commanded.
I grabbed a pillow from the nearest chair and dropped it between us before falling to my knees. A gasp escaped when he grabbed my hair, but Thomas didn’t pull or yank. He gripped it just tight enough for me to know how bad he wanted me.