Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 26967 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 135(@200wpm)___ 108(@250wpm)___ 90(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26967 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 135(@200wpm)___ 108(@250wpm)___ 90(@300wpm)
“I’d make sure no one saw.” I grip her chin, dragging her attention back to me and not looking for said cameras. “I don’t share.” I want to be crystal clear with her. She’s mine, she just doesn’t know it yet.
“So does that mean there’ll be no taking food off your plate?” I bark a laugh. She keeps making me do that. “Wait. You're talking about women.”
“No.” I shake my head as I lean down, my hand still holding her chin so she can’t escape me. Not that she’s trying. “I meant you.”
“Oh.” Her eyes flutter as I clear the few inches between our mouths.
I groan the second our lips meet. The taste of her consuming me. Ace melts into me. Her fingers dig into my shirt. I nip her bottom lip, making her lips part for me. Like the greedy bastard I am, I slip my tongue into her mouth, needing more of her. Wanting every single morsel that she’ll give me.
Tart cranberry mixed with a sweetness I know is all her fills me. I slip my hand down to rest on the bare skin of her throat, still keeping a firm hold on her so she can’t run from me again. The thought alone has my hold tightening. I can feel her pulse racing there.
“Bo.” She whimpers my name. I lift my head to stare down at her. Her lips are fuller now from our kissing. “You kissed me.” She touches her lips.
“I did.” I want to tell her that I’ll be doing a lot more than that in the future, but I hold back, not wanting to scare her away.
“Well…” She licks her lips. “Who said you could do that?”
“I did.”
“It was my first.”
Fuck me. I’m already painfully hard. Her mouth is sending any remaining blood I have to make me even harder. Blue balls is a real fucking thing, I’m quickly finding out. This woman is doing something to me that I didn’t think was possible. Awakening all sorts of feelings inside of me.
“Come on, gorgeous. I want to get some food for you.” I lead her off the elevator and straight into my suite.
“This isn’t a restaurant.”
“It’s not. I keep a place here.” I guide her toward the table. I see Noah with two staff members laying out everything.
“Like you always have it?” Her nose scrunches, and I know she’s not a fan of this. I quickly realize the implications that could mean in her mind.
“I keep a place close for my work.”
“And what is it that you do?” Ace keeps herself tucked into me. I don’t think she’s noticed there are people across the room from us.
“Take people's money.” She snorts a laugh.
“Me too. I won’t tell if you don’t.”
“Your secrets are safe with me, Ace,” I promise her. My Ace doesn’t know that she’ll never be safe from me.
6
ELSA (ACE)
My head is pounding, and I know if I open my eyes that it’s only going to get worse. That’s what I get for having a few drinks. I know better, but… my eyes fly open as the memory of Bo comes rushing back to me.
An arm is wrapped around me, holding me in place. Oh my God. Did I sleep with him? The last thing I remember was eating. Wait–I was eating but sitting in his lap while he fed me. Then the rest goes fuzzy. All I can recall is that kiss in the elevator and the few at the table. I’d given those out myself. I’d been all over him.
“You’re thinking too much.” Bo kisses my neck. I feel him playing with one of my curls.
“What’s wrong with thinking? You like your women dumb?”
“I don’t have women.”
“Just one-night stands?” I’m barely able to make the small jab before I find myself pinned under him.
“This isn’t a one-night stand.” I can feel his hard cock pressing against my panties.
“Are you naked?” All I can see is his bare chest. Not that I’m complaining. It’s a nice sight. A tempting one too. My hands itch to touch him, but I control myself.
“No.” He smirks. “I can be if that’s what you want.” I roll my eyes and push at his chest, but he doesn’t budge.
“Are you going to get up?”
“Trust me. I couldn’t be more up if I tried.” He thrusts against me. I let out a gasp, his cock sliding against my clit. I should get a damn medal or prize or something for controlling the urge to rub myself against him.
“Did we, ah…” I trail off.
“You were drunk.”
“And men can be assholes.”
“I won’t deny that I’m an asshole, but I don’t need to force myself on a woman.”
“Funny, because you’re on me now.”
“You’re going to be a handful.”
“Hey, you can—” He kisses me, silencing me. Once again, he’s taken control, and I’m finding that I really enjoy it. It’s not something I would have ever thought I’d like. So much of my life has been out of my control. Because of that, I tend to want to have as much of it as I can. But I’m finding this man has me giving it away too easily.