Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 96802 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 484(@200wpm)___ 387(@250wpm)___ 323(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 96802 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 484(@200wpm)___ 387(@250wpm)___ 323(@300wpm)
“I know how it works.”
He grabbed the back of my head, tugging my hair so that I looked up at him. Then, he kissed me again until my knees went weak.
As my legs wobbled beneath me, he just smirked triumphantly and then pulled the door open. A half-dozen people waited in line as we filed out like we owned the place. I made certain not to look anyone in the face. It was clear what we’d done, but if I looked guilty, then maybe they’d remember rather than just write it off.
And I couldn’t have anyone remembering.
We didn’t say a word as we disappeared through the front of Robert’s door and left the party behind. My brain was fuzzy from the alcohol and the sex. I felt almost… giddy. Which I could hardly even believe, considering my personal life the last six weeks. But I’d been in control for so long. Everything in my life had been something I had put in motion. I’d clawed my way into everything that I had. And now, for once, someone else was taking control.
It shouldn’t be Court. But it was.
He tugged me into the back of the black car and told the driver to take him home. His fingers trailed through my hair.
“You’ll stay with me tonight,” he told me.
It wasn’t a question.
“Court…”
“I don’t want to hear that it’s a bad idea. I think we’re past that now.”
“You’re a bad influence,” I said cheekily.
He snorted. “Says the girl who lamented the fact that we weren’t going to do cocaine tonight.”
I straightened and pointed at him. “I did not say that. I was the one who said no cocaine.”
“With a wistful sigh.”
“Puh-lease,” I drawled. “You’re the one who said you still do it.”
He laughed, hauling me in for a kiss. “I love when you fight me.”
I jerked back. “You’re an ass.”
“Yeah. Nice you caught on.”
“Why do I even put up with you?”
“Do you?” he inquired with an arched eyebrow.
“Hardly. You’re the literal worst.”
His lips quirked up. “That is not what you were saying earlier.”
I rolled my eyes. “I think it still was.”
“Liar,” he teased against my lips. He lifted me over onto his lap. I squeaked as my dress slid high up on my thighs, and his hands covered my ass. “Oh right, I didn’t let you say anything at all.”
“Yes,” I muttered, currently distracted by the way my panties ground against his growing cock. “Because we were in a public bathroom.”
“You didn’t seem to mind.”
“Again. Bad, bad influence.”
His hands lifted my skirt. “We could try again. Right here.”
“We’re almost to your apartment.”
He shrugged. “I can have him drive around the block.”
I shook my head, slipping off of his lap. “You’re filthy, Court Kensington. Straight filthy.”
“You bring it out in me,” he said, stealing another kiss.
I highly doubted that. If anything, he brought it out in me. I’d done stupid things like this in college, but that felt so long ago. Court made me act like an idiot. And worse, he made it so I almost didn’t mind.
The driver pulled over in front of Court’s building. I insisted that Court tip him extra after our display, which he did with no complaints. Then, he gestured for me to follow him upstairs to his penthouse.
Even though I’d been here a number of times since that fateful night when this had all started, it still unnerved me. It felt like a decision. One that I wasn’t certain on making. I wanted to be here. I wanted to have sex with him. I couldn’t deny that. But the rest of it… I didn’t know.
When we strode into his apartment, Court went right for the wet bar. “Drink?”
I sank into a chair. “I think I’m already drunk enough.”
He laughed as he poured himself a glass of amber liquid. “You have a pretty high tolerance.”
“Yeah, well, you don’t even seem drunk.”
“I have a very high tolerance.”
I laughed at that and then couldn’t stop laughing. “Court, what are we doing?”
“Having a drink?”
“But really?”
“Why do we have to be doing anything, Anna?” he asked, drawing me off of the chair and into his lap again. I straddled him, wrapping my arms around his neck. “I just got out of a long-term relationship. You’re…” He didn’t finish that statement. We let the unsaid word married float between us. “Can’t we just have amazing sex? Because fuck, it’s amazing sex.”
“It is,” I admitted softly.
“Oh yeah?” he asked with that shit-eating grin.
“I’d tell you it’s the best sex of my life, but it would go straight to your head. And we both know that your ego needs no help.”
His eyes smoldered. “Best of your life?”
I mutely nodded once.
“I like that.”
“I thought you might,” I told him with a shake of my head. “Fuck, I’m going to need that drink.” I took it out of his hand and forced down a large gulp. I coughed at the scotch as it burned my throat.