Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 27767 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 139(@200wpm)___ 111(@250wpm)___ 93(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27767 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 139(@200wpm)___ 111(@250wpm)___ 93(@300wpm)
Her voice is small when she answers, “Yes.”
We descend the elevator together, combustible chemistry brewing between us until it’s almost at a boiling point. I’m all too aware that it’s just her and me in the entire building and that no one would disturb us if I wanted to have my way with her right here and now.
She’d be all too willing, I can tell. The way she sways closer to me as the elevator lowers and the stars in her eyes when she tilts her head back to look at me…well. Those things speak even louder than words.
In the lobby, the lights are low, and there's a car idling outside of the doors, waiting on my sweet Blair. I don't want her to go. I want her to stay with me, to admit that she belongs in my arms and not in whatever shithole New York apartment she must be inhabiting. But I know if I push her too far, it will be even harder to seduce her. I have to be patient.
Blair clutches her hands in front of her and inhales. "Brian, I just want to say that it's been so nice working here at your company. Thanks for taking a chance on me."
I'm going to kiss her. Fuck, I know I should give it more time, but I'm going to kiss those sweet lips right here and now. My body is already starting to go rogue.
"Blair," I growl.
She takes a step towards me, and then another, until we're toe-to-toe. My pulse is pounding, and all I can think about is her mouth and how soft it will be against mine.
Just then, the sound of a horn blares from outside, and she jumps back, startled. It's her car, waiting to take her home. Home to some shitty apartment where she'll spend her night alone, thinking about me. I can't have it. I can't have her leaving here, not yet. Not like this.
"Ignore it," I tell her, my voice gravelly with desire. "It's just you and me, Blair. Just you and me."
My hand comes up to cup her jaw, and she lets out a soft gasp, her eyes fluttering shut. She's perfect. So fucking perfect. My thumb brushes over her lower lip, and I feel her tremble under my touch. Her skin is so soft, and she smells so sweet. It's taking everything in me not to push her up against the wall and claim her mouth. But I know I have to go slow. I can't scare her off.
"Blair, you're driving me crazy," I murmur, my lips ghosting over her skin. "I can't stop thinking about you.”
Her breath catches in her throat, and she opens her eyes, staring up at me. "Brian," she whispers, her voice trembling. "Somebody might see us."
"So? I don’t care about them. I care about you." I brush a strand of hair from her forehead. "You're perfect, Blair. Perfect."
"Brian..." She leans into my touch. I know she wants me as badly as I want her. I can see it in her eyes, hear it in the hitch of her breath. But she's holding back. She's scared.
"Don't be afraid," I tell her, my voice low and soothing. "Let me take care of you, Blair. Let me show you how good it can be."
"I… I've never..." Her words trail off, but I understand.
She's nervous. But I'm still going to kiss her. Kiss her like a man starved. I burn with the need to stake my claim, but her lips will have to do…for now.
"Just relax, Blair." My hand tangles in her hair. "I've got you."
And then I kiss her.
Her lips are plump and yielding, and I can't help but groan as I pull her body flush against mine. She feels so fucking good. Better than I imagined. She melts into me, her arms coming up to wrap around my neck, her fingers tangling in my short hair. She tastes like heaven, and I'm drunk on her scent.
"Mine," I growl against her mouth, and she gasps, her eyes darkening.
"Yes," she breathes, her voice barely a whisper.
That's all I need to hear. I crush my mouth to hers again and kiss her hungrily, my hands roaming over her curves. She moans into my mouth, her body pressed tightly against mine. I can't get enough of her. She's everything I've ever wanted. Innocent and just as drawn to me as I am to her.
We break apart, both of us breathing hard. She looks dazed and beautiful, and I smile.
"This is just the beginning," I warn her. "Every time you step into this building, you'll be proving to me more and more that you know you're mine, sweet Blair."
I let my hands fall away, even though every bit of my manhood is screaming at me to touch her, more and more and more. "Now go, before I can't let you."