Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 24355 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 122(@200wpm)___ 97(@250wpm)___ 81(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24355 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 122(@200wpm)___ 97(@250wpm)___ 81(@300wpm)
“I’m surprised you accepted my invitation,” I say.
A wry expression crosses her face. “Trust me, nobody is more surprised than I am. I had every intention of turning you down.”
“Why’d you say yes?”
“Honestly? I don’t know. I didn’t mean to,” she admits. “It just came out.”
I flash her a grin. “Then clearly, your subconscious wanted you to go on this date.”
She turns to me with a grin on her face. “Oh, is that what this is? A date?”
“What else would you call it?’
“I’d call it getting a free meal. A really nice free meal.”
She makes me laugh. There’s something about this girl that really connects with me. Something I like. She’s intelligent, well-read, has a sharp, dry wit, and made some really interesting conversation over dinner. For somebody who was going to turn me down, she was really engaged and lively. Truth be told, I don’t date often, but I’ve had more fun with her than I can recall having with anybody in a very long time.
Her reaction makes me curious.
“What made you not want to come out with me, Tabitha?”
“Seriously?” she asks.
“Seriously.”
“Because all I know about you is that you’re a gangster, and you beat your employees up,” she says and raises her hand. “I know, I know. You did it to protect me. But still. That’s my first impression of you. Can you see why I might hesitate?”
“Yeah, I get it. But that’s not really who I am.”
“Then who are you, Tyson?”
I shrug. “I’m just me. I’m a regular guy.”
“Except for the fact that you’re a gangster.”
“I’m not a gangster. I don’t work for the mob,” I reply with a laugh. “I think you’ve watched too many episodes of The Sopranos or some shit.”
“All right, if you don’t work for the mob, who do you work for?”
“I work for myself. I’m a businessman.”
“And what is your business, Tyson?”
I sigh. “Look, we’ve had a really nice night out, haven’t we? Good food, good conversation. Let’s not mess it all up with shop talk.”
She frowns. “That’s what I thought. I think you should take me home.”
“Tabitha—”
“I mean it, Tyson. I want to go home.”
I frown at her but nod. “All right. Let’s go.”
We walk back to the car in silence, and the ride back to her place is even quieter. I pull to the curb in front of her place, and she moves to open the door, but I put my hand on her arm. She turns to me with the same frown on her face she’s had since we left the boardwalk.
“Tabitha, I’m not the man you seem to think I am,” I tell her. “I’m more than what I do.”
She opens her mouth to respond but closes it again, as if she isn’t sure what to say. She lowers her gaze to my hand, which is still on her arm, so I remove it, expecting her to turn and bolt from the Escalade. She doesn’t, though. Instead, she raises her eyes to me, her lips quivering and her face filled with uncertainty. I can see that she’s torn. Conflicted. Part of her wants to get out, go inside, and forget all about me. And there’s some small bit inside of me that understands. That wouldn’t blame her. But I can also see another piece of her doesn’t want to do that.
We sit staring into each other’s eyes, the air around us heavy with the weight of unspoken words. Thick with a sense of expectation. Seizing control of the moment, I lean forward and press my mouth to hers. Her lips part, allowing me to slide my tongue past her lips, rolling it languidly around hers. A low groan drifts from her mouth, and I swallow it down, savoring it every bit as much as the hint of wine still upon her breath.
She melts into me as our kiss deepens. She rakes her fingers through my hair and moans as I plant a line of kisses down her neck, gently nipping at her skin. Molten lava is flowing through my veins, and my cock is already harder than steel. Finding her mouth once more, I grip the back of her neck with one hand and pull her to me, unable to get enough of the taste of her tongue. I run my other hand up her thigh, relishing the smooth, supple skin beneath my fingers.
Tabitha whimpers softly as I pull her panties to the side roughly and strum her clit with my fingertips. She’s already hot and dripping wet, making it easy for me to slide a pair of fingers into her. Her body tenses and her breath quickens as I pump my digits in a hard, steady rhythm deep into her slippery, wet hole. She’s tight as fuck, and my cock throbs as I picture sinking it deep into that tight little honeypot.