Total pages in book: 114
Estimated words: 106041 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 530(@200wpm)___ 424(@250wpm)___ 353(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 106041 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 530(@200wpm)___ 424(@250wpm)___ 353(@300wpm)
Let them judge us. They don't even know the half of it. I will protect her above all things. Love her above all things. Worship her. This woman isn't my plaything. She isn't a toy. She's my soul. We may say filthy things. We may do dirty things. But she is the reason my heart beats. I knew it the minute I met her. The last two months have merely solidified what I knew on day one.
"That's it," I growl, not letting up until she's soaking my hand and those panties. The sweetest little cries of ecstasy fill the limo, ringing out over and over.
"Daddy," she cries, as if she can't stop saying it now that she's finally allowed to do so.
I growl and tumble her backward onto the seat, coming down over her. Her legs go around my waist, her arms around my shoulders. I grunt her name, dry humping her like my life depends on it. I think it might.
"Goddamn, little one," I growl, kissing all over her chest. Alcohol dripped onto her skin here too, giving it a smoky edge. "There's no hiding it now. Everyone is going to know what daddy's doing to you."
"I'm s-sorry," she sobs, rocking beneath me.
I place my lips against the soft skin of her throat, nipping and kissing my way to her ear. "Don't be sorry, baby girl," I whisper, rocking my hips to hit her clit with every thrust. "I want them to hear. I want them to know how much you love it when daddy's playing with you."
"Daddy!" she wails, coming apart again.
I roar her name, releasing in my pants like a teenager.
To date, it's the best orgasm I've ever had.
Chapter Six
Georgia
"So this is how the one percent lives," I say, prowling around Blaze's home in avid curiosity. Everything is expensive, from the ebony floors to the crystal chandeliers overhead to the gorgeous antique furniture. His mansion sprawls along the side of a hill in Calabasas, not far from rockstar Saint Greenway, whose little sister attends college with me. Savannah lives in the same dorm building. I like her a lot. I like Blaze's house too.
It's so beautiful. I expected a fancy bachelor pad, to be honest. But this place is a real home. There are family photos on the mantle, and crystal vases on end tables. It's obvious he takes great care of the place.
"It was my mom's dream home," he says, watching me from across the room. He's sprawled across the sofa, his arms thrown over the back. He looks…satisfied in a way he never has before now. And I don't think it's the orgasm in the limo that did it. I think it's this, me in his space, looking through his things. "Alaric and I had them break ground the day she made her first billion."
"Really?"
He nods.
"That's really sweet, Blaze." I love that so much. My heart flutters.
"You know, when you marry me, you'll be part of the one percent too," he says.
"Marry you?" My mouth pops open. Is this what it feels like to be swept off your feet? If so, it's a little wild. I'm still reeling from the orgasms, now he's talking about marriage?
I want that. God, I want it so bad! But he didn't even ask me. And he didn't say he loves me. When we get married in my head, it's because he loves me as much as I do him. The possibility that he doesn't feel that way…hurts.
"Blaze."
His withering glare roots my feet in place. "If you even think about saying whatever you're about to say, I will spank you," he warns me, that voice a wicked growl of sound. He really shouldn't use it if he wants me to behave. Because as soon as he does, I want to do the exact opposite of whatever he said.
I pause and lick my lips, not entirely sure I want to tempt the beast this time. "I realize billionaires get married for crazy reasons all the time," I say, choosing my words carefully. "But I always imagined when I did it, it would be with a man who loves me as much as I love him."
His gaze cracks like a whip when it lands on my face. For a split second, he doesn't even breathe. "You think I'd marry for some other reason, Georgia?"
"I…" I shrug helplessly.
"You think I brought you here to fuck, little one?"
"I don't know!" I cry, pressing my hands to my cheeks. My stomach roils with uncertainty. "Until today, I didn't even think I stood a chance with you. And then I find out you want the same things I want, things I thought made me bad. Now, here we are. And you're talking about marriage, and…and…" I trail off, waving one hand around like a crazy person.
His cocoa eyes light up with understanding. "You're overwhelmed."