Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22220 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 111(@200wpm)___ 89(@250wpm)___ 74(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22220 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 111(@200wpm)___ 89(@250wpm)___ 74(@300wpm)
But don’t worry, precious little thing, I’m going to help you release all your tension.
“Shall we get into it then?” Henry adjusts himself awkwardly in his chair.
I give everyone a moment to settle in before I make my move. With one hand under the table, I start inching it closer to Melina as inconspicuous as possible. She doesn’t notice at first, perhaps believing it was an accidental graze.
“Please, Mr. Remington, it’s our first meeting. Let’s not sully it by diving straight into contracts and formalities.” Omar waves a dismissive hand over the table.
“But it’s why we’re here, isn’t it?” Of course, her first words after the greeting will exude confidence. Who am I kidding, thinking she’s afraid? When I set up the deal, she was the one who accepted it.
But if I’m not doing this to settle her nerves, if only a little, I’ll be doing it to test her theory from the bar. Soaking wet, and satisfyingly so? I’ll be the judge of that.
My hand glides over Melina’s knee, and her head immediately jolts toward me. The corner of my mouth cracks in a naughty smile. I start slow, with a gentle stroke of my thumb on whatever skin it’s touching.
I miss Omar’s response with how focused I am on my task. My fingers dance up her leg, and to my surprise, Melina doesn’t try to stop me. Instead, I feel her legs part farther, allowing my hand free motion across her.
“And what about you, Malik?” Omar asks. I face him as my fingers glide between Melina’s thighs. Warmth radiates between them, and it seems to transfer through my skin and straight to my aching manhood.
“What about me? My apologies, my mind was elsewhere.” And it still is.
Omar chuckles. “Plotting your next big score already?”
“You don’t know half of it.” Only this one isn’t monetary or a way to feed his empire. It’s all for me and in the palm of my hands. Literally.
“Settle down, son, and enjoy the moment.” Omar pats me on the shoulder.
Oh, I’m enjoying it, alright. Every damned second of Melina’s squirming.
“But I want your thoughts, shall we dive straight into business and hold festivities later or reverse it?” Omar finishes.
“Why not a bit of both?” I answer.
Before either of the men can respond, the double doors swing open again, and a troop of servers enter with silver platters in tow. Some deliver a feast of various meats, vegetables, and sweet treats to the table, while others start preparing a makeshift bar on the far end of the room.
With their entrance, Melina finally gets her chance to speak. She leans in close and whispers in my ear. “What are you—”
“Like I said in the bar, I’m going to have to put your theory to the test,” I cut her off before raising my hand higher up her thighs and straight against her pussy.
A nearly inaudible squeal of delight floods my ear, and it sends shivers of desire coursing through my body.
4
MELINA
Armed, hulking monsters in every corner of the room. Mr. Omar Ali and Dad discussing my future as if I’m not even here. Nasir Ali staring me down from opposite the table while his tongue flicks over eager lips. And Malik Amine’s hand between my legs.
Maybe I am in over my head on this one.
No matter my inner turmoil and attempts to remain calm and still, I can’t deny the pleasure of his cool fingers against my feverish skin. My body gives in while my mind attempts to stay the course. Listen to what these titans whisper as I experience my first taste of another person’s touch.
“A bit of both it is,” Omar announces as the waiters finish delivering food and setting up the bar. One of the gunmen in the corner takes his position behind it, pouring champagne into skinny flutes.
“I must say, your photos barely do you any justice, Melina. Your beauty in person far exceeds any expectations,” Nasir says. He leans over the table to a bowl of shredded meat and scoops a ladle full onto his plate.
“My thoughts exactly.” Malik tilts his gaze in my direction. Every teasing word and gentle smile tickles my core and leaves a puddle in my panties. One he’s about to traverse with those hungry fingers of his.
The edge of his hand brushes against my intimacy and sends a bolt of electricity coursing through my body. It pings every nerve, making my entire body spasm in euphoria, and I have to bite down on my inner cheek just to stifle the noises trying to escape. My heart beats so loudly that it’s almost the only thing I can hear.
“Yes, yes, very pretty,” Omar chimes in, snatching a chicken leg from a full roast.
Omar’s compliments, and Nasir’s too, for that matter, are meaningless. All I care about at this moment is Malik and whatever his hand is going to do next.