Total pages in book: 129
Estimated words: 124005 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 620(@200wpm)___ 496(@250wpm)___ 413(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 124005 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 620(@200wpm)___ 496(@250wpm)___ 413(@300wpm)
“So you want it quick and dirty?” I nip the edge of her jaw.
“You mean as opposed to torturing me with foreplay and keeping me on the edge?” She pokes me in the chest.
“Admit it. You fucking love it, Wilhelmina.” I work my knee between her thighs and take her lobe between my teeth.
She makes a noise that’s neither confirmation nor denial.
“You can always make it easy on yourself.” I hover my lips over hers.
“How’s that?” She tips her chin up, a silent request to kiss her.
I pull back an inch. “Be a good girl and let me have control this time.” I stroke her cheek with gentle fingers. “I won’t keep you on the edge. As soon as we walk through the door, I’ll get on my knees for you. We both know I can make you come in two minutes.”
She groans. “You’re playing dirty, Dallas.”
“Is that a yes, then?” I run my hand down her side and curve my hand around her ass, pulling her tight against my thigh.
She makes an annoyed sound.
“Last chance to get what you want without a fight. I’ll do that thing with my tongue. I won’t even make you beg for it.”
She sighs. “Fine. Yes.” She shoves her hands in my hair and tries to pull my mouth to hers.
“Yes what?”
She narrows her eyes.
“Say the words, honey.”
“You can have control.”
I grin.
She growls.
The elevator door dings, and I step back, lacing our fingers. Wills tugs on my hand, trying to make me walk faster. She rummages in her purse for the key fob I gave her weeks ago—as soon as she agreed to be my girlfriend. “Where is it?” she grumbles.
I pull mine from my jacket pocket and swipe it over the sensor. She gives me another withering look, grabs my tie, and pulls me inside along with her.
The second we’re inside my penthouse, she starts undressing me. I lace my fingers with hers and crowd her until her back meets the door, pinning her hands over her head.
“You said you weren’t going to torture me,” she gripes.
“I’m not.”
“I want you naked.”
“That’s nice.” I capture her lips and stroke inside. She moans and arches against me, fingernails digging into the backs of my hands. My knee finds its way between her thighs again, and she rolls her hips. “But you gave me control, so I’ll get naked when I’m good and ready.” I kiss the end of her nose and smile when she makes an irritated sound.
I pull the bow at her waist and one side of her dress falls open. Next, I pull the tie on the inside and push the dress over her shoulders. I catch it before it falls to the floor and hang it on the hook beside the door. She’s wearing a royal blue lace bra and matching panties.
“God, you’re sexy, and you’re all mine.”
I kiss her again as I reach behind her and flick open the clasp on her bra. It slides down her arms, and her bare nipples brush my chest. On nights like these, when Wilhelmina hands me the reins, I want to worship every inch of her. I cup her breasts, thumbs sweeping over her nipples as I kiss along her collarbones. I stop to suck her nipples as I sink to my knees, and then I hook my thumbs into the waistband of her panties and drag them down her tanned thighs.
I press a kiss and inhale deeply. “All night long, Wilhelmina, I’ve been thinking about getting on my knees for you.” I curve a hand around the back of her calf and bring it over my shoulder, opening her for me. “How long do you think it’ll take to bring you to yours?” I lick up the length of her on a groan.
“Oh my fuck.” She grips the doorknob with one hand and my shoulder with the other as the toes beside my knee curl.
She slides her fingers into my hair and rolls her hips in time to the swirl of my tongue. Her soft moans grow deeper, her nails press into my scalp, and her legs start to tremble. A minute later, a low keening sound tumbles from her lips, along with my name, and her knee buckles.
I rise in a rush, grip her ass, and lift her. She’s uncoordinated as she wraps her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist, but she holds tight as I carry her to the bedroom.
I deposit her on my bed and stand at the edge while she kneels and struggles to get me out of my clothes, fumbling with the buttons on my shirt. But the second her palms connect with my chest, she sighs, like there’s relief in finally being able to touch me.
“God, you’re beautiful,” she murmurs, fingers tracing the dips and curves as they trail down my stomach. She unclasps my belt, then unbuttons my pants. As soon as I’m naked, she gives me the coyest, sweetest smile. “Will you fuck me now?”