Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 23115 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 116(@200wpm)___ 92(@250wpm)___ 77(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23115 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 116(@200wpm)___ 92(@250wpm)___ 77(@300wpm)
“I, uh…” It’s hard to breathe. I clench my eyes, searching for words. His touch has my mind spinning and my body stirring like electric pulses zipping through me, touching places that should not be touched. Especially not here. “I’m not saying anything until my lawyer—”
“You don’t have a lawyer, Briar,” he says, his voice low. He lifts my shirt, exposing my breasts, then leans in and kisses them both. The care of his lips, the warmth of his breath, the confidence in his ownership of me, tears all thought from my mind. Then, as he slips a hand between my legs, I choke on a gasp. “It’s just you and me. And I can do what I want to you.”
My eyes blur, then focus on the mirrored window behind him. Somehow, I find the strength to speak. “Someone might be watching.”
“Maybe they are.” He shrugs. “Would that turn you on?”
He pops the top button on my jeans and slowly unzips them. His eyes latch on to the crux between my thighs, broiling with intensity. With want. With desire.
Since I met Gareth, I’ve felt helpless. But now, at this moment, I feel a hint of something. Something like pride.
“You don’t even know me,” I whisper as he tugs at my pants, pulling them down over my hips. “And I don’t know you.”
“I could interrogate you,” he says, running his tongue across his front teeth. I can feel the hunger in him, reaching deep into my being, tugging like an invisible cord.
His hands continue to pull until my pants are at my ankles and I’m sitting beneath him with my shirt up in nothing but my panties. Wet panties.
God, this is so embarrassing.
But so hot too.
“I assume you’re the bad cop?” I ask. “Where’s the good cop?”
His brow furrows for the first time. Like he does not like what I just said.
“I’m the only cop as far as you’re concerned. Understand?”
His scolding tone sends a rush through me. Am I crazy for wanting this man? For loving his words? His dominant flirtation? Probably, but fighting against my urge to please him feels futile.
I picture him on top of me, guiding me, teaching me, pleasuring me. And then I nod.
“Yes. I understand.”
His brow smooths. The fire returns to his eyes. And then I feel it.
A thumb, slipping beneath the hem of my panties, tugging them aside. “Good. Then spread those legs for me, and I’ll get to interrogating.”
3
GARETH
Stop. I should stop right now.
I’m not stopping.
My cock is so swollen against my zipper that I wouldn’t be surprised if I woke up with a bruise tomorrow.
This is bad behavior, but I just can’t stop myself. I can’t hold back. This girl was made for me, and only me.
Her eyes glitter with expectation as I sweep mine over her body.
Perfection. Absolute perfection.
Heat climbs my spine and pools behind my eyes. I’m nothing but fire. Everything inside me is burning. My balls are aching with the need to fill her. To mark her. To make her mine.
Christ, I knew this girl was stunning when I first saw her, but when she talked back with that smart mouth of hers, she became irresistible. I’ve always liked a challenge, and even now, with her cuffed to the table, it’s like we’re playing a game of cat and mouse.
But no matter the outcome, she’s not going anywhere.
Briar belongs to me now.
Christ, the sweet curves of her tits, her pink, perky nipples, her flat belly and wide hips. I’m hypnotized. And I’ll get to them all. But what I’m more concerned with right now is the treasure between her thighs.
Pulling back the thin fabric of her panties exposes it. The goodness. A pink line, slick and glistening, between the most perfect pair of pussy lips I’ve ever seen. Bare. Clean. And begging for my tongue.
“Goddamn. It should be illegal to be this sexy.”
Heat radiates from her thighs, causing my face to sweat. “I bet you say that to all the girls you bring here.”
“I’ve never brought another girl in here, Briar,” I say firmly.
Her face twists and her lips pucker, like she doesn’t believe me. But then there’s a flicker in her eyes. They go innocent. Eager. “You’re just saying that.”
“I’m not. Only bad guys get brought into this room.”
“Bad guys?” she asks. “So why am I here? Am I a bad girl?”
Heat rushes through me. I reach down and grip the engorged knot between my legs. My cock throbs with desire.
“Because I needed some place private.” A thought flashes through my mind as I lean in between her legs: You shouldn’t do this. You should let her go. Uncuff her and drive her back to her car. It’s not too late to stop this.
Yes, it is.
I can’t hold back any longer.
The thought of another man’s hands on her causes my insides to flare with rage. Picturing another man holding her makes me almost break. No man can give her what I can give her. Treat her how I can treat her. Please her the way she deserves.