Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 58442 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 292(@200wpm)___ 234(@250wpm)___ 195(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58442 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 292(@200wpm)___ 234(@250wpm)___ 195(@300wpm)
“Are we rehearsing, sir?”
He smirks and nods. “The moment I heard your voice, it was like music. The second I saw your wide hips, thick ass, and your ample tits, and that blush you offer when you get shy and horny, I knew you were my canvas. I knew you were the only woman I ever wanted to touch.”
“Ha, ha,” I say, trying to play it cool.
His words bounce around huskily in my head. Warmth spreading through me. I shift my legs to release some of the ache he awakens in me. No way am I getting excited right now. And not ‘oh, let’s have a movie night’ excited. This is more like ‘deal or not, I want to jump his bones’ excited.
I keep it all hidden. At least I hope.
“Are you waiting for me to start complimenting you, sir?” I ask.
He chuckles. “I didn’t tell any lies.”
“Perhaps you think we’re still being secretly watched and you think you need to put on a show.”
He stands and walks to the couch. He’s wearing the same suit I tailored for him. I did my work too well. The fabric hugs his muscular build, outlining his powerful physique.
“We should practice something before the festivities begin,” he says.
“Oh, yeah?”
“We may be required to kiss. It will look unnatural if we don’t. You don’t want our first time to be when people are watching, or should we rehearse first?”
I fold my arms, which draws his shameless gaze to my breasts. Warm tingles start in my core and fill my body, my mind going to unhelpful places of pure steam.
He stares down at me shamelessly, his chest rising and falling rapidly as if he’s trying to hold himself back. Or maybe he’s mad that I’m not immediately leaping into action like a good fake date.
He reaches down, takes my hands, and hauls me to my feet as if I weigh nothing. I almost laugh like I did on the boat. The experience of moving weightlessly is new to me. It makes me feel, for a brief aching moment, like his personal plaything…
Which I do not, I remind myself stubbornly, want to be.
“We don’t want people to see us kissing and think, they’ve never done that before. Do we?”
I shake my head dumbly. “Probably not.”
He wraps his arms around me, all for show, yet the pressure of his warm palms against my back, pressing through my clothes, is all too real. He pulls me against him, his body pressed fully against mine, letting me feel all of him. Am I supposed to just ignore the fact that he’s hard?
Rock solid.
He’s practically bursting through his pants, a solid mass of desire lying horizontally against my belly from where he’s tangled up in his underwear.
I touch his shoulders, smoothing my arms around him. “Is this natural enough?”
“We’ll see,” he says roughly, bringing his lips to mine.
We crash into each other.
In my head, I sing a mantra.
All for show, all for show, all for show…
As our mouths open and our tongues find each other, I’m not so sure. He holds me imprisoned in his embrace, our mouths fused, moans coming from me and groans from him. He grips my hips like he owns them, makes a growling noise, our teeth clicking in our fervor.
I pull away, panting. “Would that be…” I clear my throat, finding it difficult to talk. “Appropriate in front of other people?”
“You’re my woman,” he says gruffly. “I’ll kiss you any damn way you want.”
“I’m your woman–for the game.”
“Tell me you understand.” His tone becomes hard. “Now, Aurora.”
My heart pounds in my ears. “I understand.”
He raises an eyebrow expectantly.
I lick my lips. I’m doing this for cash, I assure myself. Cold, hard cash. Nothing more. “I understand… sir.”
CHAPTER 10
RAIDEN
In the shower, the hot water runs down my body, the contact burning just as hot as Aurora’s touch. We kissed just ten minutes ago, but the memory of her soft, pillowy lips still lingers. After it was done and she’d called me sir, she stepped back, eyes clearing as if awakening from a dream.
She turned away, muttering something about this being a deal. She feels the need to remind me constantly… or remind herself.
My manhood is thick, hard, and throbbing with desire. I can’t remember the last time I was this hard. If ever. From a kiss.
Fuck. It was a good kiss. Her moans were the best, breathy releases of pleasure through the chaos of our kiss. It was even better when I felt her breasts pressed against me, the hard outline of her nipples visible through the fabric of her dress.
When I squeezed her hips, I was sure she was going to urge me to keep going. Her hips are fucking fine. Thick. Juicy. Her body is like that in general. The sort of body that makes me want to take my sweet time, kiss every curvaceous inch, savor the sensation of her delectable body.