Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 66134 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 331(@200wpm)___ 265(@250wpm)___ 220(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66134 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 331(@200wpm)___ 265(@250wpm)___ 220(@300wpm)
“But, despite me being initially nervous, Chloe was so warm and welcoming and down-to-earth. She made tonight easier than I expected and made me feel…accepted, despite learning I worked as a bar waitress.”
I had a feeling I knew who Stevie was silently comparing Chloe to. “Not everyone is like Alyssa,” I said, giving her leg a gentle squeeze. “And Chloe, well, she might come from a very wealthy family, but there is nothing pretentious about her. She’s always been incredibly kind and thoughtful.”
“You’re right,” she said, smiling. “She was great and I felt very comfortable with her.”
“Here’s the thing,” I said, wanting to impart some advice I hoped she took to heart, instead of feeling like she didn’t belong in what she referred to as my world, when to me she fit perfectly. “You can’t control how other people expect you to be, and when you’re with the right people, you don’t need to change who you are to fit in. The others can go fuck themselves. Don’t change for anyone.” Taking her hand, I lifted it to my mouth, kissing the back of it. “You’re more than enough, just as you are.”
“Thank you,” she said softly, just as Dylan turned into the drop-off area of The Cortland. “I appreciate that.”
We got out of the car and once we were in the elevator heading up to my apartment, Stevie pulled her phone from her purse and began texting someone.
“If you’re messaging Valerie, tell her you’re staying the night at my place,” I said.
“Bossy much?” Stevie said, a wry grin on her lips. “I might be joining you for a ‘nightcap’ of sorts, but I have work tomorrow morning.”
“So do I.” She opened her mouth to reply, but I didn’t give her the chance. I flashed her a wicked grin. “Don’t worry, I’ll wake you up in plenty of time to get ready for the office because I plan to fuck you good and hard before you go. I want you nice and sore so you’ll think of me when you feel that ache throughout the day.”
“You are so depraved,” she said, but the desire in her eyes told me that she had no issues with that scenario.
“Guilty as charged,” I replied unapologetically as the doors opened to my penthouse. “You have no idea how difficult it’s been keeping my hands off you this past week and a half. A hand job in the shower while thinking about our one night together is a poor substitute for how good your pussy feels clenching around my cock. That’s the last thing I want to remember before I head off to the office in the morning.”
“I have an idea of how hard it’s been,” she countered, following me through the entryway and into the main area, where the living room light automatically switched on as we walked in. “Trust me, you aren’t the only one who replayed our night together in their mind while getting off. My vibrator doesn’t come close to comparing to your fingers and cock.”
“And my mouth,” I teased, shrugging out of my jacket and laying it over the back of the sofa before removing my tie, enjoying our playful banter. “Don’t forget how many orgasms it was responsible for.”
Her husky laughter felt like a direct stroke along my dick. “Yeah. That very, very talented mouth. And tongue.”
She turned toward me, and looking directly into my eyes, she slowly, seductively, reached up and removed the pins from her updo, until all that silky hair cascaded down around her shoulders—clearly inviting me to act on the promise I’d made earlier, of gripping those strands in my fist as I fucked her.
But this temptress wasn’t done making my cock hard as stone, because she retrieved her lipstick from her purse and outlined her fuckable mouth with a fresh coat of red. Her eyes shimmered with a come and get me dare, and I didn’t even hesitate to close the distance between us and hoist her over my shoulder like a goddamn caveman.
She shrieked in surprise as I strode to my bedroom, the sound mingling with her laughter, and when she tried to squirm and kick her feet, I smacked her ass with my free hand, knowing the firm swat had to have stung by her quick inhale of breath.
I caressed my palm over the spot, already feeling the warmth from her skin radiating through the thin fabric of her dress. “Just for the record, you might have thought you had the upper hand out in the living room by that little act—” Which, for a moment, she had. “—but you’re not the one in charge tonight. Got it?”
“Yes, sir,” she said breathlessly, using words she knew would inflame me even more.
Reaching my room, I set her on her feet, giving her a moment to steady herself on her heels before I issued my next order. “Take off your dress.”