Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 68697 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 343(@200wpm)___ 275(@250wpm)___ 229(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68697 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 343(@200wpm)___ 275(@250wpm)___ 229(@300wpm)
He leans close, like he’s compelled to be near me, like he has to breathe me in. “Good. It’s like that for me,” he says, looking drunk on me already.
“This is dangerous.” I run my fingers through his hair. I want to touch him everywhere, and once I do, I don’t think I’ll be able to stop.
“I know,” he whispers against my neck then kisses my stubble. “I fucking love that you didn’t shave,” he rasps near my ear.
“I thought you might like the look,” I whisper.
“I can’t get enough of it. Just like I can’t get enough of you.”
We meet each other’s eyes, and I sigh. “I can’t be obsessed. I’ll make worse mistakes, ones that hurt the company, my employees.” I’m thinking about the upcoming Bespoke deal, and the focus I’ll need for that. “And yet I can’t stand the thought of another man touching you.”
Gunnar slides closer, his lips inches from mine, his breath on my face. “So touch me once. Fuck me once. Take me once. Give me one night, and then we’ll walk away.”
One night is better than nothing.
32
SHOWTIME, LOVER BOY
Rafe
If one night is all we have, I want to make each second count.
I spent this evening getting ready for my man, setting the mood. From the music, to the drinks, to the fresh sheets on the bed, to the gift for him waiting on the coffee table.
Well, a gift for both of us.
I also planned to ask him to give me a show and, greedy bastard that I am, I still want it.
The timetable, though, will now require some finesse so I don’t scare him away.
Fortunately, I’m fucking fantastic at finesse.
As I compose myself, returning to the cool, in-control man I have to be, I run the backs of my fingers along his jaw. Gunnar moans, low and guttural. His eyes flutter closed as he leans into my touch.
“I have a question for you,” I begin.
Gunnar opens his eyes. They’re hazy, already rimmed with desire. “What is it?”
I run my finger over his lower lip. He darts out his tongue, flicks it against my fingertip, letting me know what his dirty, beautiful mouth craves.
“Perhaps, it’s more like a request,” I say, low and sensual, warming him up and turning him on.
“Name it.” His gravelly tone, the way it rumbles with desire, floods my senses with lust.
I dip my face to his neck, inhaling his freshly showered scent, which feeds my plans for tonight.
But first . . . this.
I run my thumb along his jaw, needing him to know my request is only for me, not a part of the sponsorship deal. But this is where I’ll need to be careful.
“There’s something I want you to do for me.” I try to concentrate on the details of my request, but focus is hard when he slides his hand up my thigh. Yet I’m determined to get what I want. “I’ve wanted this since we met. This isn’t for the deal.” I don’t want him lunging for the hills again. Gunnar is a man who has no problem walking away. “It’s for me. What I’m going to ask for comes from the greedy, possessive depths of my soul.”
He presses a hand to my chest. “You mean . . . your true heart?” he asks, full of swagger.
I laugh. “You know me so well.”
He holds my gaze with intent. “I do,” he says, stripped of sarcasm and entirely earnest. “So tell me, what does your greedy, possessive, wicked soul want? Besides me.”
I push my thumb between his lips, giving him a reminder of me fucking his delicious mouth. “You enticed me with an invitation, remember? Come and get me. And I did. I wanted you then, and I’ve wanted to see you in my designs ever since.”
He gazes at me, heat in his eyes, waiting for me to finish.
“I want to see you in my new styles before I fuck you and please you and make you come harder than you’ve ever come before. That’s what I want tonight.”
Gunnar pulls away, removing his hand from my thigh. I should remember that suspicion is his natural state. “And it’s definitely not for a deal?”
“It’s not,” I say. I drop the seduction, cup his face gently, and meet his gaze, no games between us. “Trust me.”
His hands slide down my chest, playing with the buttons on my shirt. “I do trust you, Rafe. I trust you entirely.”
I stroke his cheek with my thumb, the possessive beast in me roaring louder with every touch. “Then know this is only for me.” I plant a hard, hot kiss on his lips. It feels like a promise even though I can offer him nothing beyond tonight.
When I break the kiss, his eyes spark with dirty deeds. “Then I’ll give you a show, lover boy.”