Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 25620 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 128(@200wpm)___ 102(@250wpm)___ 85(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25620 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 128(@200wpm)___ 102(@250wpm)___ 85(@300wpm)
As I reach them, Jack takes my drink and smells it before taking a sip. “This is pretty good. I’ll have to get one of them instead of this shitty IPA.”
“Seriously, it’s one of the worst brands,” the man I haven’t been introduced to says. “I switched beers before I took a second drink, but what I really want to know is who are you, and will you marry me?” He bows his head slightly.
“Not unless you have a death wish.”
“He’s teasing. I’m his assistant, Petra, and you are?” I reply after taking a long drink of my margarita. I’m going to need it because both of these men actually seem serious.
“Enchanted. I’m Richard Wilbanks.”
“Oh, yes. Your father said you were around here. I’m going to get another drink since someone drank half of mine. Please continue talking shop. Do you need me to get you anything, Mr. Shaw?”
He leans in and whispers, “Mrs. Shaw, you and I will be talking later.” He straightens up. “Sorry, she’s new and doesn’t know much about the company yet.”
I walk away, trying to avoid the squishy feeling between my thighs, grateful that my dress is black and the lights are low so no one can notice that my pussy is drenching my panties. Jack is such a strait-laced, suit-wearing, dedicated CEO that hearing him growl when he speaks to me or about me sets my body ablaze. I want to come just hearing his voice.
I’m almost to the bar when I nearly bump into a man. “Oh I’m sorry,” I say, giving him an apologetic smile.
“Goodness, since when did they include models into these expos? Please tell me you’re single.” He looks down at my name tag, but he stops to linger too long at my chest and doesn’t get that far. “You’re hiding your name from me.” I drop my head and realize my tag is twisted. He reaches out to grab it, but before he can, a strong hand grips his and yanks it away. “Baxter, keep your filthy eyes and hands off her.”
“Mr. Shaw,” I gasp. It’s all I can say as my glass falls out of my hand and my body lands upside down over Jack’s shoulder. His strong, thick arms flex around my thighs as he holds me firmly to his body and I’m shocked and a bit mortified, but I’m mostly aroused as I stare at his perfect ass and legs.
Chapter Nine
Jack
“Put me down,” she huffs, legs dangling as I carry her out of the cocktail hour. What the fuck was she thinking, wearing that?
“No. Stop struggling or you’re going to fall or worse, show people your tight little pussy.” I swat her ass.
“Well, if I wasn’t upside down, no one would see my bottom.”
“You shouldn’t be wearing this dress.”
“It’s Vegas, Mr. Shaw.” I press the elevator button and it opens immediately, making me grateful because I’m feeling heated and aroused at the same fucking time. I slide her down the front of my body and onto her feet. She adjusts the top of her dress because her breasts are almost popping out. I lick my finger and then run my finger over her cleavage.
“You’re dressed like you’re ready to be fucked,” I grunt.
Her chest rises and falls as she attempts to catch her breath. Looking up at me, she attempts to glare but she’s so small that she’s too adorable to be tough. “You know…I don’t know what you’re talking about. All I did was say I couldn’t wait to have some fun while I’m here.”
“Yes, and he offered to show you a fucking good time.” I wanted to choke the life out of him in an instant.
“He didn’t say fucking. Besides, I have a boyfriend, in case you’ve forgotten.” She poked her finger into my chest.
“Not any fucking more,” I snarl, wanting to make her forget all about the bastard. I grab her hand, take the finger that she dared to poke me with, and suck it into my mouth. She lets out a gasp followed by a pretty moan. “You’re mine,” I growl, biting lightly before I let it go, cup the back of her neck and taste her lips for the first time.
A cough comes from the left. I pull back and see the door is open, and there’s a group of people waiting to get on the elevator. “This is our floor,” I state. I look down to make sure her tits aren’t showing before I drag her out. If any of these fuckers get a look, I’ll dig their eyes out with my pen knife. The second we clear the elevator doors, I sweep her up into my arms and cradle her until we reach our suite. The thought of creating any distance between us after that amazing kiss is unbearable.
“Jack, what are you doing? I can walk.”