Total pages in book: 134
Estimated words: 129676 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 648(@200wpm)___ 519(@250wpm)___ 432(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 129676 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 648(@200wpm)___ 519(@250wpm)___ 432(@300wpm)
I swallowed.
“But you’ll still scream my name as I feed you my cock and my tongue. Settle for whatever scraps I’m willing to give you.”
I didn’t answer.
My face was aflame.
My knickers were drenched.
This wasn’t me. I was the girl who needed proper foreplay. A certain mood. A good bloody meal and candlelight.
Tate continued, his voice soft as velvet. “You secretly love that I am obsessed with you, don’t you, Gia? That my need for you is dirty and inappropriate, filthy in nature. A part of you has always wanted to spread those legs for me. Now the only question is whether you’re going to deprive both of us much longer.” He stood up, finishing his drink and slamming the empty tumbler on the table.
I remained woodenly seated, struggling to breathe properly.
“If you want to know what a six-thousand-dollar bottle of whiskey tastes like, I’ll be in my study until midnight. All this chasing you around in a forest opened my appetite.” He left, his knuckles brushing my shoulder ever so fleetingly, leaving little tremors across my skin. “For your pussy.”
My body was splayed against Egyptian sheets in the guest room, every fiber of it attuned to the study across the hallway.
I blamed it on the margaritas. My long day. The near-death experience in the woods. Whatever the cause, I wanted to slip into Tate’s study and find out what his expert hands were capable of. Deep shame bloomed in the pit of my stomach.
I was responsible for his father’s death. More responsible than he could ever know.
My eyes drifted to my phone on the nightstand. I touched the screen to check the time. Eleven fifty-eight. I had two more minutes to change my mind. My husband was a punctual creature. He wouldn’t wait a second past midnight.
They say that the heart wants what it wants, but in the end, it was my vagina that made me slip out of the lace-trimmed linen and tread across the hallway. My toes sank into the plush, silken carpet that drowned out my footsteps. I stopped before his study. He left the door ajar, an open invitation for me to come in. I peeked inside, my pulse accelerating.
It was completely dark. All the lights were off. A silhouette of my husband sitting at his desk, jotting something down on a thick textbook, danced in the center of the room.
He wasn’t lying. He could see in the dark. He was writing in the dark.
Solving equations in the pitch black.
Everything clicked. That time he fetched me from my birthday and read a book…he truly read it.
Tate finished the page, flipped onto a fresh one, and continued jotting. A few seconds passed before he closed the textbook and sat back.
“It’s five seconds past midnight.”
His voice jolted me out of my reverie, and I sucked in a breath. I hadn’t realized he noticed me.
“Are you coming in or staying out?”
I stepped into the doorframe, closing the door behind me.
“Attagirl.” His words slipped through a condescending smile.
“I won’t have sex with you.”
“If you’re here for a conversation, I’m afraid I’m fresh out of patience for chitchat.”
Gulping, I shook my head. “I don’t want chitchat either.”
“What do you want then?”
“An orgasm,” I admitted. I’d never been this forward before. Not that anything was wrong with it. It just wasn’t me. “I’m in knots. I want…I want…”
You.
“I will give this to you,” he said, no hesitation, no judgment. “Come here, sweets.”
Sweets.
The word caressed my skin, spreading a delicious sensation in its wake. He’d rarely called me anything darling. Even Apricity was tainted with derision.
I advanced toward him until I reached the edge of his desk. He opened his palm. After a moment’s hesitation, I put my hand in his. Still sitting, he guided me to stand in front of him, my bum resting on the edge of his desk.
“Close your eyes.”
“I already can’t se—”
“Close them,” he repeated.
I did, a thrill of something dangerous and decadent shooting through me. I was completely at his mercy.
What a terrible place to be.
“Keep them closed. If I catch you cheating, I will bring you to the brink and deprive you of your climax. You don’t want that.”
My body was as tight as a bowstring, attuned, craving his next touch, wherever it might land.
I felt his fingers wrapping around my bracelet and sucked in a breath in surprise.
“Tell me about this one,” he murmured, his voice closer, his mouth a breath away from mine. His knee nudged my legs open, spreading me wide.
Heat rushed to my center, and my hips rolled instinctively, my inner muscles squeezing against nothing.
“I’ve never seen you without it.”
His whiskey-tinted breath fanned against my bare neck, and every cell in my body awakened with desire.
I heard a drawer open to my right, and Tate rummaged for something. My throat worked as I tried concentrating on his question.