Total pages in book: 160
Estimated words: 149137 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 746(@200wpm)___ 597(@250wpm)___ 497(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 149137 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 746(@200wpm)___ 597(@250wpm)___ 497(@300wpm)
“I wish I had more time,” he said. “I suppose I’ll do what I must. Don’t you let go of that chair.”
She took a deep breath and felt him move in behind her. What happened next was fast and furious, his cock thrusting in hard, penetrating her in an instant.
She bit back a cry. He held on to her hips and fucked deep inside her.
“Tell me you’re mine.”
“I’m yours.”
“Tell me I get to do whatever I want to you.”
“Anything, Josh. Anything you want.” She was worried that she was starting to mean every single one of those words. This man seemed to own her soul for some reason, and she didn’t want him to give it back.
There was something deep and primal to the rhythm he set, a ruthless pounding that found its crescendo all too soon.
The orgasm swamped her senses, making the rest of the room fade away until all that mattered was the pleasure coursing through her veins. Josh’s hands tightened and he forced himself in as far as he could go. He held her tight, spilling himself deep inside.
Then she felt him step back, heard him moving.
“Get dressed, pet.” His voice was calmer, perfectly steady now. “I’m going to dispose of this condom and I believe our friends are here.”
“Mr. Hunt, this is Beverly Hills, PD,” a deep voice said. “I’m going to need you to step out now. There’s been a complaint made against you.”
Kayla reached for her jeans, picking up the thong Josh had tossed back over her street clothes.
“I’ll be out in a moment, sir,” Josh replied calmly. “After I stop my girlfriend from making a horrible mistake. I said no underwear.”
Holy shit. “Josh, the police are out there.”
“And the police understand the necessity for rules. You do, don’t you, Officer? Rules are important to a society and they’re important in a relationship. They set the boundaries and foundations on which trust can be built.”
“Uh, I came out because someone accused you of beating a photographer,” the voice came back.
“Naturally,” Josh conceded, tucking his shirt back in. He shoved the thong in his front pocket and didn’t seem to care that it was kind of sticking out. “I didn’t beat the man. I did, however, give my lady in here a proper schooling on the role of underwear in her life. I’m glad you’re here. Perhaps you can scare her straight. When I said no underwear, I meant absolutely none. I understand this thong might not qualify as clothing at all, but it’s the thought that matters.”
She stared at him, wide-eyed.
He shrugged. “I’m feeling better. Burke was right.”
“Ma’am, is he hurting you in any way?” the officer asked.
She finished dressing and faced Josh. Two could play at this game. “Not in any way that didn’t lead to a screaming orgasm, Officer. And I learned my lesson. No more panties for me.”
She threw open the curtains and was faced with a bunch of people who seemed a bit on the disconcerted side. Except Declan. He was leaning against the jewelry countertop, yawning.
“I told you my boss was doing something way more interesting than beating up on some out-of-shape photog,” Declan said.
Kayla picked up on his plans. “I’m very sorry, Officer. I’m afraid he was doing me. I bought a lot of clothes today. Gotta work that off somehow.”
Then the officers were chuckling as if they’d seen this a thousand times before and at least the poor schmo whose credit cards were getting a workout was getting something out of this, too.
As the police began to sort things out, she had to wonder what had come over Josh. He was incredibly private and yet in that moment, it seemed he hadn’t cared at all that everyone might know about his sex life.
What had changed? And did she dare to hope the change was her?
Chapter Nine
The next morning, Kayla sank down into the chair outside the Starbucks, the smell of coffee making her sigh. Not that she was here for a vanilla latte. That sweet treat was merely a by-product of her current occupation. Still, she would take her comfort where she could. Breathing in the sweet smell rising from her cup, she looked out over the small shopping center that contained a drug store, a couple of boutiques, a Ralph’s she spent way too much time at, and this Starbucks. Because it was Southern California, she sat outside, despite the fact that the rest of the world was fighting the encroaching chill of the fall.
In England she would have pulled out the sweaters, but here she was still in shorts and a tank top. And it was easier to have a classified conversation in the beautiful outside where she could see pretty much everyone and all around her people were making noises of their own.
She was starting to get paranoid, but then that was kind of the lifestyle she was leading now.