Total pages in book: 50
Estimated words: 47187 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 236(@200wpm)___ 189(@250wpm)___ 157(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 47187 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 236(@200wpm)___ 189(@250wpm)___ 157(@300wpm)
Badly.
“Should you give in to your desires?” he whispers, his voice low and seductive. “Should you demand that I take you home right now?” His hand continues up my thigh, and my breath hitches as he nears my aching core.
He’s so close, and at that moment, I know I’m going to give in. I’m going to do this with him. Just one night. I’d be a fool to resist.
“When you’re ready,” he growls, his thumb grazing my thigh—right there, “just say the word.” Damien pulls back with a wicked grin, rising to his feet and extending his hand to me. “Dance with me.”
Dance. He works me up to a fever pitch, and now he wants to dance. “There’s a fine line between confidence and arrogance,” I say, taking his hand.
“I know,” he smirks, pulling me close. “I straddle that line every single day.”
“Duly noted.” I allow him to lead me to the dance floor, where a few other couples are holding each other closely, smiling and talking softly.
Damien turns and pulls me flush against him, our bodies molding together perfectly. His muscles are evident even through his expensive suit. I can’t help but let my hands roam, imagining how he’d feel beneath me with no barriers between us.
His dirty talk from earlier replays in my mind, making my mouth dry and my pussy ache with need.
I can’t deny it any longer. I want him, badly. Maybe even need him. Now that I know he’s got the body and the filthy mouth to back up his confidence, I know I’ve never had anything compared to what he can do to me.
“You’re an excellent dancer,” I say, trying to keep my voice even.
He smiles. “Thanks. It’s like playing golf, a necessary evil in my life. Until this moment, I didn’t give a damn about dancing.”
I smile at his unintended compliment. “I guess I never really thought about it.”
“Most don’t until they find the right partner.” He grinds against me, letting me feel just how hard he is. And fuck, he’s big. I’ll definitely be feeling it tomorrow.
“Well, that’s certainly one way to tempt me, Mr. Wolfe.”
His lips curl into a wolfish grin, no pun intended, and he whispers in my ear. “Is it working, Frankie? Are you ready to give in to temptation?”
Fuck yes. As the music changes, my mind’s made up. Tonight, I’m going to have him. We’ll fuck each other senseless, getting lost in pleasure until we’re both completely satisfied.
Just one night of white hot passion, of carnal bliss with the hottest man I’ve ever known and then I’ll get back to my life and my work.
But right now, all I want to do is fuck this man until I can’t move.
And I plan to enjoy every filthy, naughty, dirty second of it.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Frankie
Before the song even ends, Damien has my hand in his, my fingers dwarfed in his huge palm. We rush to the elevator, laughing like giddy teenagers who know they’re up to no good.
In the empty elevator, Damien quickly presses his mouth on mine before the doors slide shut, and with that act, he completely consumes me. Nothing else exists at this moment, not the elevator taking us to the ground floor, not the sounds around the city just outside the window, not even the air I need to breathe.
Finally, a bell chimes, and the door opens. “Damien,” I murmur against his lips.
He pulls back, looking slightly dazed. Clasping my hand possessively, he says, “Come on,” and tugs me out of the building into the warm night air.
I follow without question until the bright lights of an expensive hotel come into view. By then, my woman and my cop brain kick into high gear. Two blocks later, we’re inside the hotel, and two minutes later, Damien has a key card in one hand and the other wound tightly around my waist.
The moment we step inside the VIP elevator, his mouth and hands are all over me again. His lips touch my collarbone, and my head falls back just as a moan explodes out of me. His hands start in my hair, sliding down my back until they cup my ass and bring me flush against his thick cock. “Damien,” I moan and press my body against his.
He growls from somewhere deep in his chest, and it sends another shiver racing through me. My hard nipples ache for the cool, wet feel of his tongue. My body is on fire, and I’m not sure I can wait until we get to the penthouse floor.
Luckily for me, the elevator stops, the doors slide open, and Damien waltzes me from the elevator. Despite how fancy and expensive everything is, from the carpet to the flower vases dotting the hall between the elevator and the room door, I can only think about all the red flags waving in front of me. I come to a dead stop at the halfway point.