Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 88536 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 443(@200wpm)___ 354(@250wpm)___ 295(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88536 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 443(@200wpm)___ 354(@250wpm)___ 295(@300wpm)
And I really want the plane.
Why?
Because I can, and I want to sell it and open an actual office. Somewhere I can meet clients, spoil my mother, and offer her early retirement, if she wants that. Why wouldn’t I seize this opportunity?
When we reach his room, he unlocks the door with one swift movement. His room is slightly bigger than mine but with a similar layout. What does grab my attention is the three monitors and laptop on the desk. He says he’s tracker. I say he’s a gamer.
The door shuts behind us, and it’s then that he drops my hand. As if he finally has me caged. Electricity dances along my skin, and suddenly, everything I’m wearing feels too tight.
At first, we just stand there, staring at each other. I don’t know why I’m nervous. I’ve never been nervous when it comes to pleasing men, but instinctually I know Will is on a completely different level. He slowly removes his jacket, that sensual, arrogant smile kicking up his lips.
“Last chance to back out,” he warns.
“I could say the same to you. It’s a pretty expensive fuck, wouldn’t you say?” I answer, pointing my nose higher in the air.
“Worth every penny. And besides, I do owe you that plane. You did win the bet,” he says as he removes his shirt and then kicks off his shoes. Now he stands before me in only his socks and pants.
He doesn’t make a move to touch me, and I stand there, eyeing his body. It’s hard not to. It’s very evident that he takes great care of himself and how he looks. He’s perfectly sculpted. I’ve seen him without a shirt before, but having him an arm’s length away, within touching distance, draws my skin tighter and causes a heated thrumming in my core.
“Can I touch you?” he asks, stepping into my space so we’re toe-to-toe again.
“You’re asking?” I’m surprised.
I slowly trail my fingers over his chest and land on what looks to be a scar from a bullet wound on his shoulder.
“Yes. I want your permission before you submit to me and scream my name.” His gaze flicks down to my curious one. I run my finger over the scar.
“How did you get this?” I ask.
“Alek shot me,” he says casually.
“By accident?” Aren’t they friends?
“On purpose,” he says proudly. “I was tracking him for a job and got too close. It’s our love bite.”
I don’t even know how to process that, and I’m not entirely sure if I want to dive deeper into the weirdness of that statement. Instead, I step closer so his hard cock is pressing against my lower stomach, and it curls my toes, thinking of all the things this man can most likely do. “You have a lot of confidence that you can make me scream.”
The smirk doesn’t leave his face as he reaches for my jacket and pulls it down my arms and then drops it to the floor with a light thud.
“I know I will.” His confidence is sexy.
He leans in, and at first, I think he’s going to kiss me. But he doesn’t; he just moves in so close that I can smell his minty breath on my lips.
“Do you want me to undress you?” he purrs.
“Yes,” I whisper, not sure if my hands will shake if I do it myself. I don’t know what it is about this man, but he makes me nervous. Maybe it’s the sexual attraction. Or the sense of danger he emits. Or it could be that pompous intimidation he carries with him.
He comes up behind me, and I feel him at my back. He doesn’t touch me at first, but I can feel his breath on my neck. I wait, as I don’t plan to move first. When he finally touches me, it’s to pull the tie from my hair, which leaves the locks loose and heavy down my back. Then I feel his fingers on my upper back, where the zipper to my dress is. He slides it down to the top of my ass, revealing my G-string. The dress slips down my upper body to bunch at my waist. He waits a beat before he reaches for my hips and slides the dress to the floor.
When he doesn’t speak or move, I glance behind me to see him eyeing my ass. I bite my bottom lip, feeling rather smug.
“Do you plan to stare at my ass all day?” His blue eyes find mine, and I track his movements as he circles me appreciatively and comes to a stop in front of me.
He admires my breasts, which are covered in a matching bra to my G-string. I feel oddly exposed with the way he devours me with his gaze alone, yet it produces a ripple of confidence to wash through me.