Total pages in book: 53
Estimated words: 50295 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 251(@200wpm)___ 201(@250wpm)___ 168(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 50295 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 251(@200wpm)___ 201(@250wpm)___ 168(@300wpm)
When she spasms around my fingers, I swear it takes all of me not to come undone with her.
“Good girl.” The praise comes with deeper, calming breaths and she pushes herself up with chaotic ones of her own.
She glances down at my erection as I pull out a tissue to clean up after her release. I save my fingers for last.
The moment it looks like she’s going to attend to me, I tell her to wait. “When we stop, I want my cock buried inside of you.” Surprise lights her eyes. With her lips still parted, I run my thumb along her bottom lip. “As good as your mouth is, I think I’d rather bring you to the edge again.”
And that’s exactly what I do. I fuck her hard enough to rock the car in the dock’s parking lot after asking Noah to take a walk so we could have a moment. I have her bite down on the leather to keep her as quiet as she can be.
It’s much darker with the short hour it’s taken to get to the dock, and cooler by the Hudson River. As I open the car door for Suzette, silently thanking Noah for parking in a rather private area of the lot, the breeze sweets by us.
“I don’t think I’ve ever taken a tour of New York at night on a cruise ship,” Suzette comments softly as she steps out, her hand in mine. Her heels click on the pavement and she looks out toward the harbor.
I can barely focus on what she’s said as the chill sweeps by us. “Do you have a jacket?”
“I wasn’t expecting to come out tonight.”
“I’ll have Noah deliver one.” The moment I’ve shut the door, I slip off my jacket that’s far too large for her and wrap it around her shoulders.
“You don’t have to,” she says as she shakes her head, her locks falling down her shoulders as she does. She smiles up at me with a sweet, sated look on her face. “But I appreciate it.”
With my arm wrapped around her back, I hum in response and search the dock for Trent’s ship.
From where we’re standing, I’m not sure which ship is his and we’re where we should start.
“And they say chivalry is dead,” she teases.
Without thinking much of it, I murmur, “If I’m going to fuck you in the back of my car, I can at least make sure you’re comfortable after.”
“And to think I just called you a gentleman.”
“Mr. Bradford,” Noah says behind me, clearing his throat.
If I could experience shame, I’m certain I’d feel it at this moment. “Noah,” I say and turn to face him, not missing the glee that shines in her devilish eyes. “I was just about to message you.
“If you could see to it, Ms. Parks doesn’t have a jacket this evening. Very much my fault.”
“Say no more, sir.”
“Thank you.”
“Thank you so much,” Suzette speaks up, “but truly—”
“Truly you will be cold once we set off, and as much as I adore you in my jacket I’m not sure it’s the look you’ll be going for.”
There’s a pause where Suzette stares back at me, and I wonder if my little vixen is going to fight me on something so simple.
“Mr. Weston is near the northern end, I believe,” Noah speaks before she can object. “His wife Laura is hard to miss tonight. And I’ll see to it that there’s a jacket on your shoulders that’s more suitable, Ms. Parks.” With a nod, he’s off before Suzette can object. I make a mental note to give Noah a bonus for his discretion.
“You don’t have to buy me things.”
“It’s a jacket,” I state as if it’s nothing.
“Come, the Brooklyn Bridge and the Manhattan skyline are waiting for us.”
“It’s why I love the city,” she says and there’s an awe in her tone that draws me closer. With my hand on the small of her back, she leans in closer. I fucking love it. Those walls of hers are crumbling down.
“The skyline?”
“How bright it is at night. How beautiful and lively.”
“It is the city that never sleeps.” Walking toward the railing, we take a moment to appreciate the towering steel lit with shades of blue and yellow lights. “It’s gorgeous, isn’t it.”
“Mm-hmm,” I hum in agreement, watching her take in the view as the water crashes beneath us.
“I’ve never taken a tour of the city via cruise either. If you weren’t here, I wouldn’t.”
Peeking up at me, Suzette questions, “You wouldn’t have come?”
“I would have, and I would have made the deal before the ship left. It’s the same with the galas and charity balls and all of these … social gatherings. I stay at the bar, I meet and greet who I must and then I leave.”
“All work and no play,” she comments, her eyes locked on mine. There’s a softness tonight I only got glimpses of before.