Total pages in book: 64
Estimated words: 61248 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 306(@200wpm)___ 245(@250wpm)___ 204(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61248 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 306(@200wpm)___ 245(@250wpm)___ 204(@300wpm)
She laughs roughly, a defiant lift to her chin. “Have you forgotten just what all we did in Hawaii? I trusted you instantly, like I have never trusted anyone.”
“I remember every last moment of Hawaii, down to one where you walked out.”
“You know why.”
“I think I know more than you think I know. Maybe more than you want me to know. It takes far more courage to be vulnerable with someone you know and plan to keep around than it does a stranger you plan to keep a stranger. Are you as brave now, Sofia?”
“Are you testing me?”
“You bet I am.” I catch her wrist and press her hands over her head, gripping them with one of mine, my other sliding down her arm until it settles on her waist. “Now you’re all mine.” I lean in close. “What do you think I’m going to do to you, sweetheart?” My palm caresses a path to her breast. I cup it, my thumb stroking through her clothes, over the hard knot that is her aroused nipple. “What do you want me to do to you?”
She pants, her breath warm and wickedly tempting, but I don’t kiss her. Not yet. I tug the laces of her bodice free, and the cloth gives, gaping open. I catch her chin and drag her gaze to mine. “I’m going to let you go, but don’t move your hands. If you do, I’ll spank you, and not gently.”
Her eyes go wide. “Ethan.” It’s a plea, but not an objection.
“And you’ll like it,” I promise. “It’s always about pleasure, sweetheart. Always.” I release her and slowly caress her arms, until finally, they fall away. I let her stand there a few beats, her hands over her head, me staring down at her, watching her, waiting for what comes next. Will she defy me? Will she touch me? Her eyes burn with stubbornness. She thinks she’ll win, but we’re playing my game, not hers, at least not this time.
With a hook of one finger, I pull the dress all the way open, exposing her breasts in a cream silk bra, her chest rising with an inhaled breath of anticipation. I drag her bra down, my gaze raking over her puckered pink nipples, before my fingers capture both stiff peaks, and I tease them gently until she moans, and I pinch harder, tormenting her. She gasps, and I step into her, my lips at her ear, one hand on her face, the other on her nipple. “Are you ready to run yet?”
“No,” she whispers vehemently. “Why would I run?”
I pull back to study her, searching the beautiful lines of her heart-shaped face. “Tell me. Why, Sofia?”
“I’m not running.”
My mouth is closer to hers now, and I nip her lip, just rough enough to get her attention. She yelps, more stunned than hurt, but I lave the wound with my tongue and slant my mouth over hers for a long, deep taste of her, and I can feel her unraveling. I can feel how much she wants to touch me, but she’s not there yet. “Hands behind your back,” I order, expecting pushback. Expecting I have her at her limit, but she does exactly what I tell her.
“That’s my good girl,” I murmur, unhooking her bra and sliding it and her dress down her shoulders, and holy fuck, she has spectacular breasts—high and full, and curved for my touch. I want to lick them. I want them in my face. I want her rubbing them on my cock. I want a lot of everything with Sofia, but that is not for now.
I turn her to the door and drag her dress down her arms and then over her hips. The act presses her forward, and she catches herself on the hardwood surface. Her skin is flawless, her panties a tiny white slice of lace down her backside. I ease to one knee, my fingers splaying on either side of her waist, and I caress gentle fingers over her spine, the arch of her back as my reward. She’s aroused, and I want to know just how aroused, how wet. I catch the panties at her hips and tug them down until they slide to her feet.
“Step,” I say, and when she complies, I toss them aside, her perfect, pert backside on display.
I press my hand to her belly and drag it higher in the air, caressing a palm over her silky skin. There are so many things I could do to her right now, so many ways I could tease her, and while I could keep her like this, tonight isn’t about dominance. That’s what I understand. She thinks my money is dominant to hers. She thinks my career is dominant to hers. I damn sure won’t let her think my pleasure is dominant to hers. This, right here, right now, between us, is about her knowing I will always put her first. I squeeze her backside and then give it a little smack. She whimpers in surprise, and I turn her to face me, her naked sex between us, and I couldn’t want for a more perfect woman. “No spanking for you, sweetheart,” I assure her. “You obeyed too well.”