Total pages in book: 158
Estimated words: 145729 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 729(@200wpm)___ 583(@250wpm)___ 486(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 145729 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 729(@200wpm)___ 583(@250wpm)___ 486(@300wpm)
“Just like that. Slide the egg inside.”
She licked her lips and then the egg one more time. Very slowly, she pressed it into her, her chest rising and falling rapidly, her eyes dilated with excitement. Never once did she look away, connecting him, making him part of the intimacy. His hand closed around his shaft tightly, his thumb smearing the droplets over the crown. Fire raced up his spine.
“You like this, honey?” she asked.
“Very much.” He watched the egg disappear. “Now tidy your dress and slide your chair back to the table. “We’ll see if it works.”
She did as he said and then sat demurely across from him, once more looking the innocent. He couldn’t believe she’d just been sprawled out as wanton as hell right in front of him. He pressed the remote, turning the vibration to low. She jumped. Bit her lip. Smiled at him, her eyes darkening even more.
“Oh, yeah. That’s good. Really good.” Her breath came in a little rush.
He indicated her plate. She glanced at the open jewelry box. “There’s more.”
“For later. Right now, you need to finish up. We have dessert.”
She pouted. “I thought you were going to be dessert.”
“You’re so greedy.”
“I am. You taste good. Besides, I love to watch your face when you’re coming.” She picked up her fork and pushed the last of the chicken around her plate.
He pushed the button to medium, his gaze on her face. She gasped, her eyelashes fluttered, her skin flushing more. “You look so beautiful. I love watching you.”
He took another sip of the sparkling water and pretended interest in his meal. “Tell me how you became interested in renovating old houses. I know your father was a carpenter and taught you how to work with wood, but renovating houses is much different.”
She took a breath, pushed her plate away and took the fluted glass in her hand. “I’ve always been interested in older homes, the various styles and designs of earlier time periods. Other girls played with dolls.” She squirmed, her breath hitching.
He waited in silence, never taking his gaze from her. Sonia touched her tongue to her lip, and he did a lazy slide with his hand. His cock felt like a steel spike. There was nothing more decadent than sitting at a table, dressed up, his woman across from him, desire devouring her, desire devouring them both.
“I always stopped to look at the houses in the neighborhood. When we went to the library, I’d get my mother to find books on architecture. I’d look at the pictures and have her read to me about the various designs and why they were built that way.” She gasped and threw her head back with a small, sexy moan.
He thumbed the remote, turning the vibrating egg back to low. She hissed her displeasure at him. He smirked. “Tell me more.”
“I can’t talk.”
“You can talk.”
“I can’t breathe.”
“You can breathe.”
She took a deep breath. “I studied the really beautiful older plantations, like the Destrehan Plantation and the Oak Alley Plantation.”
He kicked the egg up to high. She gasped and gripped the table, her gaze flying to his.
“Keep going. I’m learning about plantations.”
She shook her head. She was close. So very close. He read her easily now. He’d watched her fly apart dozens of times. He smiled and reduced the setting again, denying her. She moaned and pushed at her long hair. A few tendrils were damp. He loved that she was so close, but waiting for him.
“Come here, baby,” he ordered softly and pushed the dishes to the far side of the table. Right here.” He pointed to the spot in front of him.
She swallowed hard. “I’m not certain I can walk.”
“Come here and I’ll take care of you.”
She stood up gingerly, her grip on the table nearly turning her knuckles white. Very carefully she moved around the table until she standing in front of him. He enjoyed every step. The way she pressed her thighs together. The hiss of her breath. Her soft moan.
“Pull your dress up around your hips.” He started the egg again, his gaze never leaving her face. That red flush, the haze in her eyes, all of it made his cock jerk and throb. He kept a slow, controlled slide with his fist. She was nearly desperate. He felt that way just watching her.
She began to bunch the thin, stretchy material in her fists, dragging it slowly up her thighs until it slid over her hips, her eyes on his. He could tell that her skin was so sensitive that just dragging the dress up caused ripples of heat to rush through her veins. He watched how it slid over the little Band-Aid on her leg, making certain she didn’t wince as the shimmering red pulled over it. She didn’t.
She bit her bottom lip. He shook his head. “Baby, stop that. I claimed that lip, remember? You keep doing that and I won’t be able to concentrate. You want my full attention, don’t you?”