Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 70127 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 351(@200wpm)___ 281(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70127 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 351(@200wpm)___ 281(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
The corner of his mouth rose again. “I do. But that doesn’t mean I take every offer. And this week, I’ve been busy with work and bullshit. At night, I’ve been jerking off to that kiss and your curves.”
The image of him jerking off in his bed turned me on more than I already was. Even if he wasn’t thinking about me, it was still sexy as hell. My thong was getting heavier because my arousal was seeping into it. By the time he pulled my panties off, they would be glistening with all my slickness. “I’m sure this goes without saying, but this is a one-time thing. My husband is out of town, but I can’t sneak around forever. He’s a smart man. He’ll notice eventually.”
“What if I don’t care if he notices?”
Lucian would wire a bomb to this man’s chest and watch him explode in the front yard. “I do. Not only would he kill you…but he wouldn’t be happy with me either.”
His eyes narrowed. “Would he hurt you?”
“I don’t know. He’s not usually violent with me, but he’s a very violent man.”
“Not usually?” he asked, acid in his tone.
I didn’t want to spend the evening being pissed off at my husband. I wanted a night of intense passion, intense fucking, and intense memories I could touch myself to later. “Anyway…it’s just tonight.”
He drank from his glass and swallowed the last of the contents. “My place is just down the street. Do you want to finish your drink first?”
I brought the glass to my lips and downed the whole thing in ten seconds. “Finished. Let’s go.”
He lived in a building a few blocks away. It was four stories tall, but the base was surrounded by tall iron gates that made it impossible to step foot on the premises. Lush landscape blocked the front of the building from view. There was only one entrance, and he typed a code into the keypad before the gate opened and allowed us inside.
There were men with guns stationed around the perimeter—at least twenty of them. All of them carried heavy rifles and wore bulletproof vests. I didn’t say a word as I walked beside him since we could easily be overheard.
We stepped inside, got into the elevator, and rose to the top.
“Why are all those guards outside?”
“To protect me.” He hadn’t touched me during the walk or the elevator ride. He didn’t touch me at the bar either. Until we were completely barricaded behind closed doors, he didn’t seem interested in showing affection.
“Why?”
The doors opened, and he stepped inside a luxurious apartment, a large living room with a staircase that went to the other floors. It was decorated in masculine tones, and there was a big TV on the wall. “I told you I’m a powerful man.” When the elevator doors shut, he was on me. He moved into me, grabbed me by the back of the hair, and then kissed me as he pushed on my lower back to bring me flush against him.
My desire had been disturbed by all the men and guns outside, but once his kiss overtook my lips, I stopped thinking about it. I felt that masculine embrace, a man claiming a woman, and my body melted like butter. I wanted all the things I used to have before Lucian came along. I wanted all the things I took for granted before I’d made that mistake. Balto was the sexiest man in the world, the sexiest man I’d ever been with, and I wanted him to take me how a real man took a woman.
He lifted me and carried me down the hallway as he continued our kiss. It was dominant, seizing all the control without being overbearing. He sucked my bottom lip, gave me his tongue, and then breathed a sexy breath right into my lungs.
My hands were in his hair as I kissed him like this was my last night alive. This was my chance to fulfill myself, to experience something exciting other than the dull existence I had with Lucian. This man would fuck me good, give me sex better than the fantasies I had in my dreams.
He rolled me onto the bed as he moved with me, his hand still in my hair.
My hands pressed against his chest, and my palms flattened like I was touching a concrete wall. He was hard, flat, and so solid. I moaned into his mouth and yanked his shirt over his head.
He looked even better than he felt. He was muscular and ripped, with large pectorals and hard-as-steel abs. My hands started at the planes of his pecs and slowly migrated down to the riverbeds between his abs. “Fuck, you’re sexy.” I gripped the back of his neck and kissed his chest, tasting his skin and worshiping him for his chiseled perfection. “Jesus…” I unbuttoned his jeans because my patience level had dropped to zero. “Fuck me, please.”