Total pages in book: 105
Estimated words: 98755 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 494(@200wpm)___ 395(@250wpm)___ 329(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 98755 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 494(@200wpm)___ 395(@250wpm)___ 329(@300wpm)
The movement is slow, and the dress slides down my body like water until it catches on my hips. He grips my waist tightly. “How I’ve missed this fucking body,” he breaths against my ear, molding his front to my back. I can feel his cock through his pants, pressing against the small of my back. “How I miss handling you and giving in to your every demand,” he growls before brutally tugging at the dress so it falls to the floor, exposing my naked body, clad only in a pair of heels.
“Shortcake, turn around.”
I look over my shoulder and up through thick eyelashes. Those crystal-blue eyes consume me as he exhales impatiently. He isn’t happy because I’m not facing him.
“Turn around,” he says again, and this time I do as he demands. Ever so slowly, I turn. His gaze takes all of me in from bottom to top as it drags over each part of me until his eyes meet mine. “So innocent.” He whispers the words as his hand raises to my neck, and his fingers drag lightly down my skin.
“Is that what you get off on, innocent-looking girls?” I ask.
He smirks. “No, I usually like them a little dirtier, but you’ll do.” He leans in and adds, “And I prefer women now.” I was only eighteen when we met.
I reach out and grab his cock, making a point that I’m not the sweet little girl he thinks I am. His eyes widen just a little, and that’s the only hint of surprise I get from him.
“Shortcake, this is going to be fun.”
“Let’s see if you can make me come before you start throwing out promises,” I purr, removing my hand from his cock and then stepping back to look at him the same way he did me. “Now, strip.”
CHAPTER 19
Braxton
The fire I knew she always had in her is bright as the fucking sun right now. Her porcelain skin is smooth and blemish free—no bruises or bite marks to be seen. I have every intention of fixing that very soon. I want to pull her against me, but the big “fuck off” behind her gaze stops me. She nods at me. “Your turn.”
I love the way this woman, without so much as knowing it yet, wields power like a queen. She might seem innocent, but in the bedroom, she’s as demanding as any woman who won’t have her time wasted. She looks down on me like she’s superior, and it makes me want to break the little brat.
“Do you think it’s your turn to make the rules?” I taunt.
Fuck, it turns me on, though.
“Yes.”
My smile grows as I pull my shirt over my head. Her gaze roams over my arm, which is covered in tattoos, and then she swallows hard as it moves to my chest and abs. Even in her perfectly polished way, I can see the flutter of nerves and curiosity. I like throwing her off balance as much as she does me.
I begin to slowly undo my pants, enjoying her growing impatience. She clearly understands that I’m teasing her. She’s the perfect example of how to deceive people with innocence. Because while she gives off good-girl vibes, we both know she’s anything but. I drop my pants to the ground, and as I step toward her, she takes a step back, shaking her head no. My cock twitches at her dismissal as she stares at it longingly. She wants to play, but only by her rules. I supposed I could give in a little.
She’s not smiling, but she doesn’t look away either. I don’t really know if she saw my cock last time. I know her fingers wrapped around it, but now she can see all of me.
“You like what you see, Shortcake?”
“I’ve seen bigger,” she drawls.
“You’ll be punished for that lie.”
“I hope so. And let’s just pray it’s not all talk,” she whispers, her blue eyes finally coming back to mine. My cock throbs at the challenge, and it takes everything in me not to reach for her, throw her over my shoulder, and take her to my bed to have my way with her. I want to savor my time with her.
It’s like neither of us is willing to make the first move because the moment we do, all inhibitions will be lost. Who we are outside of this room will become irrelevant, and there will be nothing left in the aftermath but shattered pieces.
Her vanilla and strawberry scent wraps around me, and I’m suddenly craving something sweet. Something like a shortcake. Slowly, she skims her fingers over her hips, the dip in her waist, those curves a fucking magnet for any man she walks past. She caresses the skin of her stomach, then higher, until she grabs her huge, heavy tits.
Perfect tits.