Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 65582 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 328(@200wpm)___ 262(@250wpm)___ 219(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 65582 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 328(@200wpm)___ 262(@250wpm)___ 219(@300wpm)
Her tongue slips out, wetting her lips. Holy fuck. Kissing. Lesson two is kissing. Only kissing. “Nope.”
That damn pop of the P drives me wild. I cup her face and am about to devour her delicious lips, but stop just when ours meet. “You’re a damn temptress, but so damn innocent at the same time. How are you so perfect?” Unicorn.
Giggling, her body shakes, her eyes are alight, all the stars in the night sky caught inside. “I think I could argue that perfect part.” When I have a hold of my hormones, I release her and stand back, giving her room to breathe. Her mouth twists and then she says, “I think a few past boyfriends could argue that as well.”
With her coat open, she lets it slide down her arms. I hang it on the coat rack and watch as she sits on the loveseat. I’d follow her but I need Big Richard to calm down a bit.
Kissing. Only kissing.
Moving to my desk, I sit in the chair in front of it, keeping a safe distance from her tempting nips. I mean lips. “This is gonna be harder than I thought.”
“I think it already is,” she replies, glancing to my lap.
“Just ignore him.”
“Him?” She sits up excitedly, leaning closer. “Tell me about him. Does he have a name?”
Fuck. “Stop staring. He loves the attention. He’ll never calm down if you keep looking at him with your lips parted like that.”
When her gaze lifts to mine, she smirks. Smirks. Stolen right from my playbook kind of smirk. She has some nerve throwing it back at me. She’s a quick learner. I need to remember that. Sexpot.
Dragging her finger over her bottom lip, it pouts out just a little before she asks, “Like this? Does he like lips parted like this?” Sucking the tip of her finger into her mouth, she pulls it out. “Or like that? Which does he prefer?”
I stand abruptly and walk to the door. Opening the door, I say, “I’ll be right back.” The door is shut behind me, my back against it as I settle my racing heart and hard-on. I need a drink. “Enchantress with her tempting kisses and eager eyes,” I mumble as I walk. Whiskey. My target is in sight. I grab a glass, flip it on the bar and it lands bottom side down. I reach for the Jack Daniels and flip the bottle in the air, catching it by the neck and turning it down to fill my glass.
“Everything okay, boss?” Eddie asks.
“Nope.” I mimic Virginia’s answer from a few minutes earlier. I don’t pop the P because that would be girly. I do down the whiskey before refilling it though. “Can you bring a Paloma to the office?”
“No problem.” I walk off, but he calls out, “Hey.” I turn back. “She’s hot. You might want to take the bottle.”
“You’re right.” I grab hold of it.
“Want me to inventory that bottle?”
“Sure do.”
“On it.”
Cutting across the room, I push open the back door and wait for it. I take a deep breath and exhale before opening the office door. Virginia stands, her fingertips tucked into her pockets. “Everything okay?” she asks nervously. My insides ache just looking at her. So damn beautiful. “Does my kissing suck?”
“Fuck.” I down the shot.
“Hardy?”
I rush forward, setting the bottle down along the way. Taking hold of her, I kiss her hard, wanting her to realize her kisses are the opposite of sucking, and as someone who is a good judge of a woman’s sucking, I’d know. Then she does that little moan again and my hands slide up her ribs and I cup her breasts. Her head falls back, and exhales, “Yes. God, yes.”
“Hardy. Say it.”
“Hardy. Yes, Hardy. It feels so good with your hands on me.”
Rubbing my thumb over her nipples, the cotton between us too thin to hide the pebbling. Her neck is delicate and waiting for my mouth, which I’m more than happy to tend to. Starting at the curve of her shoulder, I lick her sweet, vanilla skin to her ear. Just as I take her earlobe between my teeth, a knock on the office door intrudes.
My body tenses just as I was starting to relax. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t worry. I’ll be right here waiting for you.”
I want to kick whoever’s ass it is for making me leave her like this. My dick is throbbing and answering the damn door isn’t going to help my situation. I swing it open. “What?”
Eddie’s standing there holding a drink. “Your Paloma.”
Oh. “Shit,” I start apologetically. “Sorry. Thanks.”
“It’s okay.” His eyes drift over my shoulder and an eyebrow lifts. “Let us know if you need anything else.”
“I’m good. We’re good.” I’m talking way too fast. His attention turns to me, his forehead crinkled like he’s interacting with a crazy person. I slow down, pretending I’m not horny as fuck or nervous around this woman behind me. Shrugging, I say, “Thanks for the drink.”