Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 67320 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 337(@200wpm)___ 269(@250wpm)___ 224(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67320 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 337(@200wpm)___ 269(@250wpm)___ 224(@300wpm)
That feeling you get the second you plunge down a steep hill on a roller coaster…that’s what my stomach felt like as I soaked up all his masculine beauty.
He smirked. “Do me a solid and just deduct the shirt from my invoice. It wasn’t my color anyway.”
He kept walking until he was inches away from me.
I swallowed and tried to hide the nervousness inching through my body. “I’m not paying you, remember? Oh…and everything’s your color.”
He laughed and my knees literally nearly caved. The sound was so seductively sexy it felt like an intimate caress to my balls.
“I’m about to be very unprofessional, Micah. Very, very unprofessional,” he stressed. “I’ve never stepped over the line before in my career, but I’m about to erase that motherfucking line and pretend it never fucking existed.” He braced a hand on one side of me and then his other hand on the opposite side, trapping me against the door in the most delightfully sexy way. “If I’ve misread your signals or it has all been a game, now’s the time to let me know.”
Oh shit, he smelled good. I inhaled deeply and allowed the essence to seep into the deepest, darkest corners of my body. My body felt almost exactly as it had when my so-called friends had dosed me with the cocaine. I was alive. Wired. Free.
The place I wanted to be.
“Fuck lines,” I whispered and raised up on my tip-toes to try and catch his lips in a kiss, but he stepped back too quickly for me to claim my prize.
“Nu-uh,” he said with a sneaky smile. “Punishment first. You were naughty tonight. I didn’t like it.” He tilted his head and studied my expression. “You did, though, didn’t you? Did you enjoy trying to torture me with those shorts? The twerking with the boy? I bet you felt quite pleased with yourself.”
Actually, I did…but I wasn’t about to admit it to him.
“Yeah, you sure did. I can see it in your eyes. I think you enjoyed my…discomfort.”
Of course, I had. It had been my plan.
“Now it’s my turn to enjoy your discomfort. A tit for tat, shall we say?”
The tip of my finger traced a trail around his nipple. “What do you have in mind, Daddy?”
He grinned. “Funny you should ask it like that.”
The minute he stepped away from me, my body protested. I reached for him, but he dodged my grasp.
“Take the robe and flip flops off, Micah,” he ordered.
I didn’t hesitate. The flip flops landed on the other side of the room and the robe dropped at my feet. The itsy-bitsy shorts barely concealed my aroused cock. I should have been embarrassed, probably would have been if I hadn’t seen the lust spark in his eyes. The bright green darkened to a dangerous emerald shade. I knew there would be a wet spot on the front from where I leaked precum so badly.
“Very nice,” he complimented. “Go to the dining table, please.”
Oh, the shit was about to get real. I forced myself to walk, not run. I’d walked thousands of catwalks and knew how to block everything out and focus only on my legendary strut. To say my move from the door to the table was the least graceful strut in the history of mankind would be an accurate statement. Knowing Landon, though, he wouldn’t be at all interested in my walk. Hopefully, his eyes were glued to my ass.
When I reached the table, I turned to find him already standing directly behind me. “Ask me to punish you for misbehaving,” he said.
With zero hesitation, I said, “I’m sorry I misbehaved earlier. Please punish me for it.”
He reached up and twirled my hair around his finger. “You really are beautiful, Micah. I tried so very hard not to like you, but you managed to make that fucking impossible.”
His words of praise washed over me like an aphrodisiac. I wanted to reach down and stroke my cock, but instinct told me that would be unacceptable to Landon.
He turned me around until I faced the table and then pushed my upper body downward until my chest and abs were flat against the cold surface. My feet were still on the ground but my ass, still encased in the flimsy mesh, felt incredibly exposed. I could say it made me feel vulnerable but that wouldn’t be a true statement. Vulnerability made me think of someone being in a position that might not enjoy it…and I was fucking enjoying this.
A chair was placed on either side of my hips and then Landon disappeared into the bedroom area. I only had seconds to wonder what he was about before he was back behind me again, caressing my ass with his hot hand.
“You’ve got a beautiful ass, Micah. Very pert and bubbly.”
“Lots of squats,” I answered…and then realized how stupid that must have sounded. “Thank you, Landon. I’m glad you like it.” Shit, that sounded just as stupid.