Total pages in book: 34
Estimated words: 31834 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 159(@200wpm)___ 127(@250wpm)___ 106(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 31834 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 159(@200wpm)___ 127(@250wpm)___ 106(@300wpm)
He owned several nightclubs, as well as restaurants, and had even expanded into laundry chains as well. He dabbled in whatever worked for him. Some law enforcement had thought it was a way he cleaned money, but it wasn’t. He kept his businesses separate, and rarely did he have to channel money through anything.
Most of the bad money he made, he didn’t have to fucking hide, as he invested it, and of course, it was also used to loan to those who needed it. He had many reasons for not leaving a paper trail. He wasn’t stupid.
Eve held onto his hand, and there was no fucking way he was letting her go. He saw her admiring that red dress ages ago, and he had purchased it for her, but there had to be alterations made. He had gotten the call that very morning that the dress had returned with alterations, and was ready for collection. He did all of this, and seeing Eve in the dress, he wasn’t so sure it was a good idea. In fact, he was starting to think it was a very stupid idea.
She looked amazing. Better than amazing. The dress molded to her body, showing off her full tits, which he wanted all to himself. Her small waist flared out to generous hips. The fabric was slinky and it grazed across those hips, but also gave her room to move. The moment he saw her walking down their staircase, heading toward him, he’d been hungry for her.
Tonight was meant to bring them closer together, but Grim had a horrible feeling he had just set himself up for an evening of torture. He hated when other men looked at her. She belonged to him. He felt so fucking possessive of her. Taking a seat, he kept hold of her hand, locking their fingers together so she couldn’t leave.
“I don’t think you’ve ever brought me to this place, Grim,” she said.
And now he wished he hadn’t. It was taking every ounce of strength to keep his erection in place. It had been just over a month since he had a taste of her, since he had felt her right next to him. Fuck, it made him rock-hard just thinking about it. He wanted her so badly, and he couldn’t have her. This was truly a nightmare.
Then she had to go and ask that simple question. “Can we dance?”
It was on the tip of his tongue to tell her no, but staring into her kind blue eyes, he couldn’t bring himself to do it. Her long, thick blonde hair fell around her face in the most delicate of curves. She was pure temptation, and he couldn’t deny this woman anything. She had wriggled her way into his heart, and there was no turning back, not that he wanted to. She was everything.
“And try not to be a meanie to these people. They only want to dance and have a good time. None of them want to get on your bad side.”
They were breathing and in the way, and that made them already on his bad side, but he kept those thoughts to himself as he knew the truth and he also knew what every little fucker was thinking when they looked at her. All of them were wondering what she looked like naked, curious about the sexy sounds she made. Grim knew all those answers. She was a wet dream come true. A lady for everyone to see, but a siren in the bedroom. She always lit up in his arms, which was exactly how he liked it.
People gave him a wide berth as he stepped onto the dance floor, and then pulled Eve into his arms. The beat was fast, but he wasn’t letting her go. One of these vultures would pounce, and he’d be forced to show his evil side. He didn’t want Eve to see how bad he could be. This was supposed to be fun, but it wasn’t feeling that way.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and tilted her head to the side. “What’s the matter?” she asked.
Eve had no idea what she was doing to him. If she did, she was hiding it very well. Placing his hands at her waist, he pulled her close, and he knew when she felt the hardness pressing against her stomach. He didn’t even try to hide it. There was no point.
“Grim?” she asked, and he was pretty sure he detected a slight moan to her voice.
Was she as wet as he remembered?
The music changed, and it was like the DJ read his mind, because it became slow, sensual, and there was no risk of any dancers invading their space as he held her tightly against him, and he didn’t want to let her go. Sliding his hands around her back, he moved down, gripping her ass, drawing her close, and he heard the soft moan escape her lips. It was a sweet sound.