Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 75599 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 378(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75599 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 378(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
I rolled my eyes.
“He’s also fucking gorgeous, if that helps.”
“It doesn’t?”
“Oh, please, it does.” My friend had sighed, taking my hands. “Look, while you think about it, have you ever thought about, I dunno, just going out and getting lucky?”
“Uh, yeah? Many times.”
“Ever acted on it?”
I’d frowned. “Nah, I’m not into that whole random thing. It’s not for me.”
“Well, it might be for you. Maybe the thrill of a stranger just you know, fucking you will do it.”
“Can we not talk about this anymore?”
“No, we can’t not talk about this,” she sighed, shaking her head. “Nat, you’re my best friend and I can’t let this keep happening to you. Or, you know, not happening as the case may be. C’mon! Dress up, go out someplace fancy, and get your groove on, girl!”
…And the damnedest thing was, I did.
I got dressed up.
I went out.
I picked an insanely expensive place. Not a club or a dive or a sports bar. A fancy three-star Michelin restaurant. I stepped in, dressed to the freaking nines, and stepped into the bar area to get a drink to calm my nerves.
And he’d just come out of nowhere — my stranger. Gorgeous, sexy as hell, and this commanding and magnetic presence around him.
…And he’d taken my breath away.
He’d looked right into me, making my heart stop with those eyes and that strong jaw. He’d whispered those things in my ear, he’d sent a shiver down my back that no man had ever done.
And then, like a crazy person, I’d just kissed him, and the fireworks had gone off. They’d gone off hard — more than anything had ever made me feel. He’d kissed me right back, and I’d melted into him. And I was so wet. Like, dripping down my legs wet. I’d wanted him more than I’d ever wanted any man ever.
But then, of course, my stupid head had decided to butt in, and I’d freaked. I’d freaked that I was kissing a fucking stranger in some bar I didn’t belong in, and how much that wasn’t me.
And so I’d left.
I’d jumped away from him, turned, and fled out the front door.
…You know, like a crazy person.
At home that night, I’d tried to recreate it that feeling he’d sent through my body. I’d stripped down, slid my fingers between my legs and rolled my clit under them. I’d closed my eyes so hard, and I’d tried to sink into the pleasure of it all as my fingers had slid over my wet, aching pussy. I’d tried desperately to imagine his face, and those kisses as I eased a finger inside, and then a toy.
Nothing. I’d worked at it for an hour, until finally, I threw in the towel. Another swing and a miss.
I’d called Doctor Owenson’s receptionist the very next morning, and gotten an appointment in that very same afternoon. And so there I was, about to meet the famous Doctor O, so that the next time a hot gorgeous guy like that who took my breath away and made me soaking wet approached me, I’d have the confidence to say “yes, take me home and fuck my brains—”
“So, Natalie.”
That voice.
The door swung open as Doctor Owenson backed into it, his face buried in a clipboard of my medical files.
“Why don’t we—”
He turned, he looked up.
And we both froze.
Oh holy fucking what the fuck.
“You,” he growled, his eyes blazing as he stared right at me.
I shook my head, leaping from the table.
“I— this was a mistake, I have to—”
I gasped as his hand grabbed my arm, pulling me back, spinning me around, and then shoving me against the wall. My heart lunged into my throat, and the same exploding, fiery feeling from the night before came roaring through my body, making my ears ring as I stared into his eyes.
“No,” he growled firmly.
“What?” I panted back.
He moved closer, throwing the clipboard to the side and pinning me to the wall with his hands on my arms. I trembled, the heat of his body sizzling through me — making me gasp, making me shake, making me crave.
Making me wet.
“You ran from me once,” he growled, his lips barely three inches from mine.
“It’s not happening again.”
Chapter Three
Aiden
My blood roared, my muscles tight. My whole body moved on fucking autopilot.
Fucking hell, I’m pinning her to the fucking wall.
I swallowed, my cock pulsing hard as steel in my pants. I could feel precum leaking from my swollen head as my balls boiled, and my entire being craved her.
Perfection.
She’d been gorgeous in the little black cocktail dress, in the dim sultry darkness of the bar. In here, she was wearing jeans and a tank top, and fuck if she wasn’t every bit if not even more beautiful. Blonde hair pulled up loosely and those hazel eyes that I could now see were touched with green blazing as they looked up into mine. Her skin pulsed hot under my grip, her body tense and yet melting towards me as I loomed over her, every cell in my body aching to make her mine.