Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 61897 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 309(@200wpm)___ 248(@250wpm)___ 206(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61897 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 309(@200wpm)___ 248(@250wpm)___ 206(@300wpm)
“I can picture it now, that face you make as you come. And the way you beg my name as I’m fucking your tight cunt. You know your pussy is perfect, right? You’re always soaked for me, always tight, always ready.”
I didn’t say anything, just slowly pulled the dress on over my body. It fit, though barely. It was tight and almost too short, cut low to show off my cleavage. I noticed a necklace on the seat across from us and pulled my hair up into a bun to put it on.
And Nash just kept talking, kept driving me wild. I wanted so badly to throw my legs around him and ride his cock in the back of this car, let him fuck me rough and hard, make me come.
But we couldn’t. I couldn’t do that, couldn’t keep breaking my own rules. As much as I wanted him, this was strictly business between us.
The more I said that to myself, the more it was so obviously a lie.
“I want to press my tongue against your clit, Selena. I want to taste your soaked pussy, hear your moan, and make you come. I love how your body works, your skin sweats, and your lips pout.”
Chills ran down my skin. “Done,” I said.
He looked at me. “Shit,” he said.
“What?”
“You look fucking incredible.”
I smiled. “Yeah?”
“Fuck. If I wasn’t hard before, I fucking am now.”
I laughed and shook my head. “I have to keep getting ready. You can take care of yourself.”
“Shit, don’t think I won’t. I could get off looking at you easy.”
I laughed and smiled but ignored him. I needed to do something with my hair, which was a damn mess.
The rest of the car ride was mostly him staring at me while I figured out how to wear my hair. I was nervous about the dinner but more excited to be out with him.
This was the first time we were both together dressed formally like this.
And the way he talked to me drove me absolutely wild. I didn’t know what was happening between us, but I knew that every moment was more intense than the last.
20
Nash
Department of Defense charity dinner. Really, it was a clusterfuck of rich old white dudes and their awful fucking wives all jockeying for position with the top brass. Most of them ran defense outfits and wanted those sweet government contracts, and so they were willing to part with a few thousand in order to gain the potential to make millions.
I’d only been to a few, but they made me fucking sick. They were everything I hated about the military, all the glad-handing bullshit, sucking each other’s dicks, smiling and laughing and pretending like they weren’t just trying to outbid each other. All I wanted was to be out in the field with my rifle, but I was stuck in this damn dining room with a bunch of rich old assholes trying to talk up the military.
At least I had Selena with me. I didn’t expect much from her, in all honesty, but she was fucking stunning. As soon as she walked into the room and we were ushered to our table, every single eye in the room was glued to her.
For good reason. She didn’t know it, but she looked stunning in that fucking dress. Livy had a good eye for that sort of thing, and her choice was really paying off. The old shitheads couldn’t tear their eyes away from her tits long enough to bug me with questions.
Meanwhile, Liv got to sit at the bar and watch from a distance, that lucky bastard.
“And how was it out there, in the field?” the old guy asked me. I had already forgotten his name, but I knew he was probably worth billions.
“Exciting,” I said. “It’s the best feeling in the world to fight for your country.”
“And you liked killing them bastards?”
I flinched. Selena quickly stepped in.
“Nash loves fighting for freedom,” she said.
“And you, young lady, what do you think of all this?”
“I think it’s amazing that you’re all here trying to support the troops.” She flashed him a dazzling smile and he was hypnotized by her cleavage.
It was my job to be charming, to be the face of the military. There were a few other officers scattered throughout the group courting wealthy donors, trying to convince them to fund the military’s sizeable lobby.
I didn’t like kissing ass. I could be charming when I wanted, but usually just for my fans. They were easy to please, because they actually liked me. These old fucking dinosaurs, though, they just wanted a piece of me, some good story to tell their buddies back home.
“So tell me, how’d you end up with a guy like this?” the dinosaur asked Selena.
She smiled and touched my arm. “We both have a passion for America. We really bonded over our love of freedom.”