Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 23860 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 119(@200wpm)___ 95(@250wpm)___ 80(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23860 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 119(@200wpm)___ 95(@250wpm)___ 80(@300wpm)
“I need to be here, baby girl.” I kiss the shell of her ear as I rub my cock against her ass. “I need to cum in you.” My fingers press against the seam of her pussy, and she audibly gasps.
“Phillip.” She looks up and down the aisle.
“Nobody’s watching,” I tell her, but in reality, David could be right. Someone could be seeing what I’m doing to her, but honesty, I don’t fucking care. She’s mine now, and if they want her back they’re going to have to pry her from me.
Her eyes close, and she leans back against me as I rub her again. I can feel how hot she is through the material of her clothes, and I want her.
“What if I take you home and you wear some jewels for me?” I smile against her neck as she nods. “Only jewels.”
Chapter Eleven
AUDREY
“Okay,” I agree, not caring about the bookstore anymore. Why would I when I have my own crazy romance playing out in real life?
When Phillip grabs my hand and pulls me out of there, his driver is waiting for us at the curb with an open door.
“I want a taste,” Phillip says once we’re in the car.
In the back seat, he shifts me to straddle his lap while his hand once again sinks into my hair and his mouth claims mine. He’s not waiting for a response, not that he needs one. It’s strange how his touch can ride the line of gentle yet so damn demanding.
I’m already so addicted to his kisses that I think I could do it forever. Everything about this man is alluring. Especially when he’s like this. He’ll go from calm and sweet to needy and possessive with a flip of a switch.
“Touch me,” he demands between kisses, and I hurry to obey by running my hands up his chest to around his neck.
“You don’t like being touched,” I remind him when he breaks the kisses to trail his mouth down my jaw and neck.
“You’re my wife. That makes you different.” His hips thrust up, making his thick cock grind against my sex. A whimper slips past my lips, and Phillip suddenly pauses.
“What’s wrong?” I ask, but this time it’s me that’s kissing him, not wanting to stop.
“I don’t think I like him hearing my wife’s moans.”
I let out a small gasp because I totally forgot about the driver. The car is moving down the street, but I was so caught up I didn’t think about us not being alone. Apparently I forget a lot of things when I’m lost in Phillip.
“We’ll be home soon.” He kisses each of my warm cheeks before his mouth goes to my ear. “Then you’re all mine.”
“Aren’t I already?” I ask. “Husband.”
His eyes flare when I use the word. He’s called me “wife” so many times now, why can’t I do the same? I love how it slides off my tongue, and even though it might not be real, I can pretend.
He kisses me again, and this time he’s taking my breath away. Both of our hands are all over each other, and I fight not to make a sound. When my sex grinds against his cock, I can’t help myself, and a whimper escapes me. I swear a growling sound comes from deep inside his chest, and it makes me giggle.
“You’re going to kill me, baby girl.” He drops his forehead against mine, and now we’re both breathing heavily.
“Sir, we’re here,” the driver informs him.
“I’ve got the door,” Phillip says before he lifts me off his lap and I watch him adjust himself.
The hard outline of his cock pressing against his slacks is intimidating, but I know if this is going where I think it is, he’ll do his best not to hurt me.
This has all been completely wild from the moment I laid eyes on Phillip, but he’s never done anything to make me feel unsafe. If anything, all he’s done is try to protect me while keeping me all to himself.
Maybe that should worry me because my mother was the same way. From what I’ve experienced with Phillip, though, he doesn’t want to lock me away. Instead he’s showing the world.
He opens the door before offering me his hand. When our fingers link together, he guides me back into the building, but I notice him glancing up and down the street. I follow his stare, wondering what he’s searching for but don’t notice anything that stands out.
He doesn’t let me think about it long before we go inside and take the elevator up.
“Are you really going to dress me in jewels?” I ask. I’ve always had an attraction to shiny things, and I don’t know why. Maybe because I was never allowed to have things that sparkled or even use glitter. Now more than ever, I want Phillip to dress me up.