Total pages in book: 105
Estimated words: 99191 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 496(@200wpm)___ 397(@250wpm)___ 331(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 99191 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 496(@200wpm)___ 397(@250wpm)___ 331(@300wpm)
She went to her knees in front of him, as graceful as a dancer. “Let me make you feel good. Let me make us both feel good.” She gave a tentative smile. “If you let that ice-king facade slip, I promise not to tell a soul.”
He allowed her to undo the front of his slacks, stifling the voice that said this was a mistake—just like earlier in his office had been. She stroked him through his boxer-briefs, licking her lips, but he laced one hand through her hair and held her immobile until she looked at him. “If we’re doing this, Charlie, there are two things you need to know.”
“Yes?”
A man could drown in the blue of her eyes. He tightened his hold on her hair as much to ground himself as to hold her back. “You put my cock in your mouth and you had damn well better suck it like you mean it.”
“As if I would do anything else.” Her smile gained a bold edge. “And the other?”
“If you think this is going to result in me fucking you tonight—it’s not.” He gentled his grip, smoothing her hair back. “But, Charlie, I’m going to make you feel so good, you’re going to beg me to let you ride my cock. You’re not going to be able to help it. It won’t make a goddamn bit of difference—we fuck when I say, how I say. Do you understand?”
* * *
Charlie was in over her head and sinking fast. If she was smart, she’d beg off and go to bed without tempting fate. All her assumptions about Aiden O’Malley being cold and freakishly controlled completely changed as she knelt before him, looking up into his green eyes. The man was an inferno. One wrong step and he’d incinerate her.
Say no. Leave this alone.
But those weren’t the words that came out of her mouth. “Yes. I understand.”
His expression was every bit the patient wolf. He had her exactly where he wanted her, and she’d just agreed to his terms. There was no way to convince herself that she had the advantage in this situation—in any of it.
She didn’t.
Aiden unbuttoned his shirt with quick, efficient movements, and her mouth went dry at the slice of his chest revealed. This wasn’t a man who left anything to chance. He would see his body as a weapon at his disposal, to keep as finely honed as his wits.
“You’re staring.”
Yes, she was. “Just appreciating the view.” She reached up and ran a single finger along the light trail of hair that ran south from his belly button, disappearing into his boxer-briefs. His stomach flexed beneath her touch, but his expression didn’t change. He was devouring her the same way she was currently devouring him.
“You’ll keep the panties on tonight.” His gaze lingered there, heating her straight through. “I like the look of black lace on you.”
“You should see me in red.” Not knowing how this first night would go, she hadn’t been willing to whip out the red lingerie. Red was a blatant invitation, and if that encounter in the office was the exception to the rule, she didn’t want to feel like a fool…But if he was going to delve into power games in the bedroom, she’d meet him every step.
It made sense in a way. Aiden had put together an insanely detailed plan to take out one of his enemies. All evidence pointed to the fact that this wasn’t the first time he’d orchestrated someone’s downfall, either.
She’d seen more than a few control freaks in her time, and he put them all to shame. The man had his emotions in a stranglehold, and it stood to reason that he’d bring that same attitude to the bedroom. She had a feeling Aiden wouldn’t know vulnerable if it bit him in the ass, let alone how to bring down his walls enough to enjoy himself.
What does he look like when he loses control?
Am I brave enough to push his buttons and find out?
She grinned. Bring it.
For the first time in a very long time, a thrill went through her. Getting involved with Aiden might put her heart in danger, at least in theory, but she just didn’t see it. She wasn’t even sure she had a heart left to lose—though the organ in her chest was beating hard enough to leave her breathless.
Aiden slid out of his slacks and stood before her, gloriously naked. His fingers laced through her hair, the movement strangely soothing even as it made her body tighten. “Second thoughts?”
It struck her that her silence could be misconstrued as regret or wanting a way out. Charlie gave a sharp shake of her head. “Not in the least. Just contemplating my plan of action.”
His dark chuckle curled her toes. “Charlie, you’re not coming out on top of this encounter.” He pulled lightly on her hair, and she had to bite back a moan. “But you will be coming. Now, bright eyes, if you’re going to suck my cock, stop wasting time. I crave the taste of you and I’m not a patient man.”