Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 57891 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 289(@200wpm)___ 232(@250wpm)___ 193(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57891 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 289(@200wpm)___ 232(@250wpm)___ 193(@300wpm)
My eyes widen, and a new profound heat races through me. At this point, nothing should shock me when it pertains to his dirty mouth. Except I’m stunned that his dirty words know no boundaries, and that turns me on in a way I’ve never experienced.
“Would you like that, kitten?”
“I thought I was your little whore? New nickname for me already?”
“Are you trying to bait me?”
I grin, setting down my champagne in favor of cozying up to Ronan. “Maybe.”
“In that case, I’ll call you whatever I damn well please. After all, you’re my wife.”
He always says it to me, and it flows out of his mouth like he’s been saying it forever.
I lick my lips, indeed provoking him. “How many times do I have to remind you that I’m your fake fiancée?”
He ignores my question, spewing, “If you see your father, I advise you to steer clear of him.”
I can’t resist asking, “Why?” Knowing again that he probably won’t clue me in.
Ronan is secretive. I know he’s working hard to find out who emailed our sex tape and hasn’t found anyone leading to the villain. There’s a theory from the PI that it’s a separate person who messaged it to our friends. I told him I didn’t want theories, just the name or names.
As if sensing my stress, his hand lands on my thigh, and his thumb rubs soothing circles on my exposed skin. “Don’t worry about it, Brooklyn. I’m handling it.”
“You always say that. Don’t you think I should know the truth about what’s happening? I mean, I’m the one who’s naked on that tape.”
“My cock is in the video too.”
I roll my eyes. “Nobody ever looks at the guy, and besides, everyone already assumed you had a big dick, so it’s not a surprise that you’re hung like a horse.”
He lightly chuckles. “Did you think I was?”
I shrug, not giving him the satisfaction. When it comes to me, he’s arrogant enough. His ego can’t get any bigger if he tries.
“You little minx.”
I giggle. That schoolgirl giggle just seems to come out of me. I used to laugh at those girls, and now I’ve become one. If I’m being honest, I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Thinking back on his response about his cock on the video, I ask, “Have you watched it?”
“Of course.”
“The whole thing?”
He nods in that sexy way that makes my thighs clench.
“Ask what you want, Brooklyn. I want to hear you say it.”
“How many times have you watched it, Professor Wolf?”
“Enough to remember every moan you make and how it feels to fuck my fist to the vision of you taking my cock.”
I blush, but it quickly fades.
“Do you want to watch it?”
I consider it for a moment. “No.”
“Why not? We could watch it together. Or we can make another one for our private entertainment.”
“That’s a hard no right now.”
He seems taken aback by my strong response. “I would rather get through the drama of our first sex tape before thinking about another.” He lets out a short chuckle, then kisses my forehead. I love it when he does that. It eases the bit of stress that has come over me.
“Would you really want to make one?” I question him.
He breaks eye contact and looks down at his watch instead of answering.
“Waiting for something?”
He peers up at me through hooded eyes. “Only for you to pull your dress up for me.”
Mischeviousness sparks in his gaze, and he sets down his champagne.
With that, he closes the divider, and in one strong tug, I’m straddling his lap. I let out a small squeal.
I’m quickly silenced with Ronan’s mouth. His tongue slips across the seam of my lips, and I grant him entry.
He kisses me carefully, not to disturb my makeup, before his lips find my neck. All the while, his fingers slip past the lace thong and give my clit special attention. I expect him to unzip his pants, but instead, he uses his fingers. Fucking me while curving them to strum against the bundle of nerves that has me moaning his name in both agony and bliss.
As the limo slows to a stop, he commands me to ride his fingers and tells me to come. Who am I to disobey?
My pleasure rocks through me, and it’s not until it’s passed that I realize we’re already here. Ronan sucks his fingers as I attempt to right myself.
“Can you tell?” I ask him while quickly reaching for my purse so I can check my lipstick. My heart races, and my chest is flush, but other than that, not a hair is out of place.
“You look perfect, Brook,” he says. His door opens, and I wait for him to open mine.
He holds out the other hand, not the one just inside me, to help me out of the limo.
And that’s when my heart stops and Ronan does something I could never in a million years imagine him doing.