Total pages in book: 106
Estimated words: 102479 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 512(@200wpm)___ 410(@250wpm)___ 342(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 102479 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 512(@200wpm)___ 410(@250wpm)___ 342(@300wpm)
“But I’m hanging up now, cookie,” he said. “I’d say have an exciting evening, but I’m pretty sure your date has that covered already. Toodle-oo.”
Jagger’s eyes narrowed on the phone in my hand before meeting mine. He didn’t say a word, yet I heard his questions loud and clear.
“It was Miles. He was helping me pick out an outfit.”
He nodded, then lifted his chin toward the phone still in my hand. “Is the call ended? Gay or not, I don’t like the thought of him seeing you naked.”
I glanced at my phone. “He’s gone.”
Jagger slipped his hands into his pockets. “Good. Now take off the robe.” His words were so calm. He seemed so in control of the situation. He stood waiting while I wrapped my head around the moment. What did I feel about him telling me what to do? Considering my nipples could probably cut diamonds, and between my legs felt like an eye twitch was going on where there was no eye, I’d say it worked for me. Yet I still felt like I was supposed to push back and not take orders.
“It’ll get easier once I earn your trust,” Jagger said. “Look at me, Sutton.”
My eyes moved to his.
“I will never make you do anything you don’t want to. That’s not what I’m into. Try not to get too in your head, and focus on listening to what your body wants.”
That was easier said than done, but I managed to stop judging myself long enough to redirect that energy to feeling the changes in my body. It liked it when he told me what to do, and I didn’t try to figure out why or if that was right or wrong. Instead, I went with it and took a deep breath, untying my robe. One of the outfits I’d tried on for Miles was strapless, and I hadn’t put a bra back on yet. So when I slipped the black silk from my shoulders, it was just me and a black, lacy thong.
Jagger took his time tracing every inch of me. I watched as the rise and fall of his chest grew faster, and his tongue ran along his bottom lip. “Thank you.”
He closed the distance between us and ran his thumb softly over one shoulder. “I have not been able to stop thinking about you all week—the way you looked standing in my office with my fingers inside you, the sounds you made... Someday soon, you’re going to sit on my desk while I feast on you.” He dropped a kiss on my shoulder, then moved his mouth to the shell of my ear. “My fantasies are so fucking torn between wanting the world to watch me own your body and the desire to punch any man who looks in your direction.”
Jagger stepped back and shook his head. “You didn’t listen to me about the perfume I told you to stop wearing. You have it on now, and you had it on in the office the other day.” He locked eyes with me. “Did you forget?”
I probably could’ve recited every word this man had ever said to me. Still, I could’ve lied and said yes. But a part of me was curious to find out what would happen if I didn’t follow his orders. So I shook my head.
Jagger’s eyes lit with fire. He reached down between us and slipped his fingers into the side of my panties. Stroking through my wetness, he made a tsking sound. “You know what happens to bad girls who don’t listen?”
Oh God. I hope they come, because one of his fingers had dipped inside me, and I felt desperate for more already. “What?” I breathed.
A wicked smile curved along his face, and I immediately regretted not lying. “They don’t get to orgasm.” He pumped once, twice, and on the third time he pulled away. Jagger lifted his hand to his mouth and sucked the fingers that had been inside me. His eyes closed, and he groaned like he was in pain. “Damn it, Sutton. I’ve been salivating to lick your cunt for days.”
Oh God. No. No. No. No. He could not leave me like this. “I’ll stop wearing it,” I said. “I promise.”
His response was to rest his hands on my shoulders and push me down. “You might not believe me, but this is not my first choice of things to do with you at the moment.” Once I was on my knees in front of him, he brushed a lock of my hair behind my ear. “Suck me, Sutton.”
Even through his trousers, it was evident that he was already rock hard. Fifteen seconds ago, I’d been desperate to come, but gazing up and seeing the way he looked down at me, that desperation changed. I shifted from ready to be pleased to wanting to do everything in my power to please him. Between my legs still throbbed to be touched, but it became secondary to satisfying this man.