Total pages in book: 34
Estimated words: 32760 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 164(@200wpm)___ 131(@250wpm)___ 109(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 32760 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 164(@200wpm)___ 131(@250wpm)___ 109(@300wpm)
The walls are mirrored gold as well, along with the ceiling. I feel completely out of place as the doors open and realize the elevator has delivered us not to his floor, but to his actual penthouse.
“You coming?” he asks.
I’ve been gawking, all wrapped up in what’s happening, and Marlon has already stepped out through the doors without me even realizing.
“Oh, yeah, of course.”
“Like the view?” he asks, motioning to the windows, which wrap around all three walls of the penthouse. They’re pure glass panels and provide the most incredible view of Manhattan I’ve ever seen.
“Wow. It’s like a tourist attraction.”
“Only I have it all to myself. Except for tonight.” He smiles, and I watch as he digs into his pocket and removes what I can only suspect is the necklace I saw him toying around with back at the bar. He glances down at it one more time before placing it in a small jewelry box on a small table in the corner of the room.
He turns to me. “Now what did you say it was you wanted from me? Action?”
I can feel myself starting to blush but try to force it back. “That’s right.”
As he walks toward me, he begins to unbutton his shirt. By the time he’s reached me, it’s completely undone.
It falls open, exposing his physique–a muscled chest and perfect abs. I inhale loudly and have to stop myself from covering my mouth with my hand.
“Take it off.”
“Excuse me?”
He nods at my dress as he shrugs out of his shirt, tossing it aside. “The dress. Lose it.”
“Wow, you’re not one for romance are you?”
“What was our one condition?” he asks.
“I know the condition.”
“So say it.”
I frown. “Don’t fall in love with you after you blow my mind.”
“Exactly.” He nods. “So did you really think you’d be getting much romance here this evening, Rain?”
I shake my head. “No, I just–”
“All right then. This may be your first time, but I’m the one who makes the rules here, and I just told you to take it off.” He interrupts. “I can already see you’ve got a crazy body under there, and now I want to see it for real.”
Crazy body? Did he just say that about me?
The blush I’ve been trying my best to force back wins over, and I feel my cheeks go hot and red, so I lower my eyes and let my hair fall across my face, hoping Marlon won’t notice.
Never in my life have I had a man speak to me in this way. So direct. So brazen. There’s something terrifying about it, but at the same time, something intensely attractive, and the next thing I know, I’m turning my back to him.
“You’ll have to unzip me.”
I feel the warmth from his body as he steps closer.
“Gladly,” he whispers in my ear.
He unzips my dress with ease, and I find myself wondering just how many women he’s done this with.
The tips of his fingers brush against the skin of my lower back, sending a shiver through me. I shrug out of my left strap first.
I can’t believe I’m doing this.
I hear the sound of Marlon’s belt buckle being undone behind me, and my heartbeat accelerates.
One more strap and my dress will fall to the ground. And then I will turn around and face him. And then what?
Well, I guess that’s up to him.
I take a deep gulp of air and slip out of my right strap and let my dress fall to the floor, leaving me standing there in nothing but my panties. I hear the sound of fabric behind me, followed by a metallic thud, which must be Marlon’s pants dropping, and I’m just about to turn around on my own when I feel both of his hands grip my shoulders.
Goosebumps break out over my entire body as he leans in close and presses his nose against my neck. He inhales, and a groan of pleasure rises from deep within his chest.
“Your smell,” he says. “So incredibly feminine.”
Words I never thought I’d hear before about the way I smell, and certainly words I never thought would please me. But they do.
My entire body goes hot, and Marlon turns me so I’m facing him.
He’s standing there completely naked, but I can’t bring myself to lower my eyes past his stunning face and magnificent chest. I know what we’re here for. I know what we’re going to do, but there’s still some kind of social decorum in me that feels like it would be rude or wrong to look down.
Marlon, on the other hand, has no such quibbles.
Without hesitation, he drinks in my entire body with his gaze, moving up and down every single inch of me before finally returning to my eyes.
“What are you blushing for?” he asks, only causing me to blush more. “You’re sexy as hell, and you know it.”