Total pages in book: 767
Estimated words: 732023 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 3660(@200wpm)___ 2928(@250wpm)___ 2440(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 732023 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 3660(@200wpm)___ 2928(@250wpm)___ 2440(@300wpm)
She repeated the process with the second shoe before scooping them up and tucking them beneath his chair.
He inhaled her fresh scent. It reminded him of spring. Rebirth and hope. Over the years of being surrounded by people as ambitious as he was, she provided a respite he hadn’t known he needed.
Willow returned to where she’d been standing and reached behind her to lower the zipper on her skirt. She let go of the leather all at once, sending it swishing past her hips.
She stood before him in a T-back thong, the barest scrap of lace covering her pussy.
Rather than revealing that bit of herself, she moved closer to him.
What in the fuck was she thinking?
She straddled his knees, not lowering herself, but leaning her upper body toward him. “You asked for a striptease, Sir.”
What in the fuck had he been thinking?
Willow skimmed her hands up her ribs to take hold of her crop top. As she pulled it up, she gyrated her body. His cock swelled, pushing hard against his zipper. When she’d said no penetration, he’d had no idea how difficult that might prove to be.
She dropped the garment on top of his head in a brash, sassy move he admired.
Jesus. She was sexy. Her breasts were plumper than he’d thought, and her dusky nipples were large, pink, and already erect.
“Damn it, Willow. You’d better tell me you’ve never done this before.” He’d never experienced jealousy before. And now, with her, it had happened twice. It destroyed him, a hated, all-consuming emotion, blurring his vision.
As if she understood how much this mattered to him, she cradled his head. “You’re the first.”
“And the last.” He dragged her against him, patience at an end. “Give me your breasts, princess.”
“Yes.” She lowered herself onto his lap, her heat against his crotch.
Obediently she cupped one of her breasts in her palms. Driving him wild, she rubbed a nipple on his face.
He laved the swollen nub with his tongue. Her answering moan drove him on. He sucked her flesh into his mouth, increasing the pressure until she clung to him. “Rub out an orgasm.” He pinched her free nipple while he continued to torment the first. One of these days, he’d attach half a dozen clips to each of her breasts and take great pleasure in flicking them off.
An innocent seductress with no idea how powerful she was, she moved against him, moaning, then whimpering when he sucked harder.
When he sensed she was close, he switched to her other breast and squeezed the damp one hard between his thumb and forefinger.
“Oh Jax…”
His cock surged in response to her plaintive sigh, giving her something even harder to grind against. Even through her thong and his slacks, he felt her heat. She was exquisite.
Her motions grew more frantic, and he responded, pinching and sucking harder.
Less than a minute later, she tipped her head back, hair falling in wild abandon as she screamed. He’d been with plenty of women before, but none as unselfconscious as her.
He eased off the pressure on her nipples by degrees so that the blood didn’t return with a painful wave. There’d be plenty of time to torment her later.
She collapsed against him and dropped her head onto his shoulder. He held her, stroked her skin, and murmured, “You’re perfect.” Jax always provided aftercare for women he scened with, but he’d never enjoyed it this much.
“That was…” When she finally roused, she flattened her palm on his chest and pushed herself back. She wore a self-satisfied smile. “You’re…”
He filled in the silence. “An amazing Dom?
“How does your head fit inside a room?”
He waited for her to speak again.
“You’re pretty darn good.”
“That sounds tepid. I don’t do tepid.” He circled her tiny wrist with his fingers and returned her grin. “Challenge accepted.”
“I was hoping you’d say that.”
“You’re bewitching.” He dug his free hand into her hair to pull back her head so that she read the hungry intent in his eyes. Jax had never been hotter for a woman. “Time for your first spanking.”
“First?”
Chapter Four
A tremor rocked through Willow, feeding desire. Discovering impact play had liberated her in a way nothing else had. At school, at her parents’ home, expectations were lovingly heaped on her. But once she entered a dungeon, she unleashed her inhibitions. She asked for what she wanted and savored each moment. She refused to allow Jax’s threat to unburden his soul and admit he’d despoiled Brian Henderson’s daughter to ruin her evening. Right now, she craved her temporary Dom’s touch.
When he drove away Stefan, she’d been pissed. But her breasts ached in a way they never had before. Other Doms were competent and had given her what she asked for, yet Jax had taken the time to notice what she liked in someone else’s scene. That he’d given her an orgasm before they’d really started made any future consequences worth it.