Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 91079 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 455(@200wpm)___ 364(@250wpm)___ 304(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91079 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 455(@200wpm)___ 364(@250wpm)___ 304(@300wpm)
Though I do not care, I respond with the appropriate frown to express my disappointment. “Well, it was great meeting you, Jim.”
“The pleasure was all mine, Penelope.” Jim takes my hand and kisses it almost reverently. “Until next time.”
Jake walks him to the door and I can’t stop my eyes from drifting to Jake’s perfect ass as he walks away. But it has nothing on the smile he wears when he returns.
“Someone is happy. I assume the meeting went well?”
He nods, his eyes raking over me. “Very, very well.”
“Mmm….”
His hands snake around my waist and he pulls me to him. “You’re coming with me to Kansas.”
I attempt a laugh, but it’s more of a breath as I study his lips. Full. Smooth. Kissable. “So demanding, Mr. Swagger.”
“That I am, Miss Hart. We leave the day after tomorrow.”
He’s so close. Smells so good. The struggle to find my breath is real. When I finally do, I can’t help but tease him. “What makes you so sure I’ll go? Maybe I have plans.”
“You don’t have plans,” he says, his lips skimming my jaw.
I arch my neck to give him better access. “I might.”
“Is that so?” He works his way to my earlobe and drags it between his teeth. “Like what?”
My thighs clench. The soreness there causes a shiver to run up my spine at the reminder of last night. “Maybe I have a date.”
He stills. “A date?”
Hmm…this could be fun.
“Yeah. A date. You know…dinner. Wine. Candles…sex….”
“Penelope,” he growls, the sound coming from deep in his chest.
“Does the idea of me having sex with another man bother you, Mr. Swagger?”
“Yes.”
I grin against his jaw before placing my lips there. “I’ve been thinking of starting an escort service back home. Kind of like the one you use. I think I’d make a good Miss Sims. Don’t you?”
I think he tries to say my name again, but it just comes out as a deep rumble. And I’m beginning to think Jake doesn’t like me throwing the Miss Sims thing in his face. I want to apologize. Tell him I was only kidding. But before I can, everything just becomes…chaos.
Jake’s mouth devours mine as he slips both his hands inside my pants and pushes them over my hips. I fist the hair at the nape of his neck. He grabs my waist and lifts me in the air. Our kiss never breaks as I kick my feet free of my pants then wrap my legs around his hips.
He carries me the short distance to his office. My back is against the wall. Chest arching into his. Needing to feel more of him, I let go of his hair long enough to unzip my top. Then I’m pressing against him again. My nipples hard beneath my bra. Breast achy. Desperate for his touch.
He pulls away to unbutton his jeans and I have to lock my arms and legs to keep from falling. My mouth trails along his jaw. Neck. Shoulder. He releases my waist and pulls a condom from his pocket. His words and the gravel in his voice making me whimper and moan when he speaks in short sentences.
“…Driving me goddamn crazy…a fucking date…trying to make me jealous…fucking succeeding…fucking hell, these panties are soaked.”
His knuckle skims over the wet material. The touch ignites me. I throw my head back. Eyes closed. Lips parted. Nails digging. Hip lifting and thrusting against his hand.
“This sweet wet pussy is wet for me, Penelope.”
I mewl an unintelligible response.
He pushes my panties to the side and drags a finger across my slit. “These pretty pink swollen lips are swollen from me.”
I arch my back into his touch and he sinks one long digit all the way inside me. He fucks me hard with his finger. His knuckles slapping against my wet heat with every thrust.
“You’re sore because of me. Because when I fuck you, I can’t get enough.”
Have mercy.
“Do you want me to fuck you with my cock the way I’m fucking you with my finger?”
I nod and whimper and beg and may die if he doesn’t deliver.
“I’m going to sink this big motherfucker inside your tender little cunt and pound into you until you beg me to stop.”
Shit. Okay. Now I’m afraid I’ll die if he does deliver.
My body tenses and I open my eyes—blinking a few times to focus my vision. He looks so hungry. So feral. So raw and untamed. “Jake…I….”
“You what?” He pumps his finger harder inside me. “You don’t want me to fuck you?”
What kind of question is that?
“I do, I just….”
My voice trails off when he pushes that finger he was just fucking me with inside his mouth. His eyes flutter shut and he releases a low hum as he slowly drags the digit from between his lips.
Holy hell that’s hot.
He kisses me again. I’m sure to distract me from the head of that big motherfucker pressing against my opening. Thankfully, it works and I relax around him. He swallows my moans. Thumbs my clit when I whimper. Backs out when I tense. Pushes in when I arch against him.