Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 92190 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 461(@200wpm)___ 369(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92190 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 461(@200wpm)___ 369(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
“I’ve been told it’s time to go home, but I’ll see you through the week,” Posie says with a smile, and Paula offers a sincere smile in return.
I don’t want the women thinking differently of Posie, which is why I made a point to take her out now, but I’m sure me pulling her off stage might tip some of them off about how interested my cock is in this particular blonde. But I couldn’t help myself. I was moving before I even registered what I was doing.
“Call me if there’re any issues,” I say, grabbing Posie’s hand again and pulling her away from the twins—those nosy fuckers—and toward the exit.
I don’t like anyone snooping around in my business. And right now, Posie is my business. I need to flush her out of my system so I can start thinking straight again.
CHAPTER 21
Posie
Ileft my car at the club, and now I’m sitting in his passenger seat as he rounds the hood to my side to open the door. I’m not sure what I expected when I agreed to go back to his place. I knew he had money, which is evident from the car he drives, but the brownstone I’m currently staring at proves it. Not only is it in a good area, it’s far from my subpar house. The neighborhood oozes wealth, the type I’m not used to.
Shit, I would’ve felt better with an average hotel, so the reality of what I’m about to do wouldn’t be so unnerving. I’m about to sleep with my ridiculously wealthy and attractive boss.
“Do you plan to get out?” he asks, holding the passenger door open for me.
“Why am I here?”
He doesn’t need to flaunt his wealth around me, but I think it’s more so the fact that once we do this, there’s no coming back from it. I want to fuck him. Just once. But it might change everything going forward, even if it’s just sex. I can’t help but have my guard up around this man and the unknown way he might react.
“You know why; we both do. Now, please get out.”
Just get out of your head, Posie. Not everything and everyone is out to get you.
I nod decisively and step out. I’m still wearing my stripping clothes. The jacket covers all but the high heel boots, but if anyone saw us, they might assume I’m a hooker. I have no issue with the profession, but it makes me wonder how many women he’s brought here. Perhaps I’m just one of many.
He escorts me up the staircase, his hand resting on my lower back as if he’s afraid I might run. When he unlocks the door and opens it, I’m shocked by the beauty of the interior. If I thought the neighborhood was pretty, it has nothing on this. Rough brickwork acts as a feature wall against the deeply polished wooden walls and floors. A circular staircase goes to the next floor, with room on either side of the entryway. One has a piano and chessboard. The other has what looks like a living space with a library and fireplace.
It’s more… homey than I expected, but it feels like it’s missing that personal touch. Maybe because its owner doesn’t necessarily have a heart, but it smells like him—all-consuming and rich, with a light hit of citrus.
He locks the front door behind me.
“Would you like a drink?” he asks as he removes his jacket. He then rolls up the sleeves of his button-down, keeping his gaze solely on me.
“No.”
“What would you like?” he inquires arrogantly, bending over and dropping onto one knee to undo his shoes and remove them.
I think about that while he looks up at me through thick eyelashes.
What would I like?
Well, I am here for a specific reason.
Because I’ve missed having his mouth on me, and I would greatly like it back there. Once just wasn’t enough.
I remove my jacket, letting it slip off my shoulders, and fall to the floor. We remain in the entryway, him staring at me, his throat constricting as he swallows. I lift a booted foot and place it on his chest, dirtying his white shirt with the footprint.
“Undo it,” I order. His hand slides up my knee-high boot until he reaches the top, then he unzips it slowly and pulls it from my leg, discarding it to the side. We repeat the process for the other boot, and he doesn’t once look between my legs. If he did, he could easily see my panties due to the shortness of the skirt.
“What would I like?” I say as he pulls the boot off. When I put my foot back on the floor, he doesn’t move, remaining on his knees expectantly.
Ladies and gentlemen, Dutton Taylor is on his knees.
I’m so shocked at first that I can only stare down at him. Then he reaches up my skirt, grips the top of my stockings, and slowly pulls them down my legs and off each foot.