Total pages in book: 112
Estimated words: 105697 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 528(@200wpm)___ 423(@250wpm)___ 352(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 105697 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 528(@200wpm)___ 423(@250wpm)___ 352(@300wpm)
“Sounds like a good time to me.” God, I love her.
“I can’t believe I met Brad Pitt.” She practically swoons when she says his name for the tenth time tonight. “Did you see him in that F1 movie? He was so good.”
“He’d be great in a hockey movie.” I eye her in the darkened cab of the vehicle. She’s busy watching the city go by outside, so I continue, “Wonder why he was never in one?” I loosen my tie and unbutton the button pinning my collar together. “Maybe he can’t skate.” She looks at me like she’s figured me out—her smile remaining small with the slightest upward tip at the corners and brows raised just enough to signify her amusement but not enough to reveal more. “It really takes some talent to balance on two blades on ice, of all things.”
“Of all things,” she adds like she’s fully invested in this story. Or she’s pulling my leg.
“But to also add in a large stick and perform at top level in a sport—”
“Brad Pitt could never.” I’m not sure what’s so funny, but Summer’s arms are wrapped around her stomach like she’s going to tip over in laughter if she doesn’t hold onto herself.
“That’s what I’m saying.”
She pats my arm. “You’re half his age, so I think it’s safe to say your role in future movies is secure.”
Huh? “That’s not what I was getting at.”
Wrapping an arm over my shoulders, she scoots onto my lap. “What are you getting at?”
“That I’m a jealous son of a bitch.”
She whispers, “There’s no need to be jealous of Brad Pitt. I only got a photo with him.” She kisses my neck. “But you’re the one I’m going home with.”
“Damn right.” The heat of her lips against my skin has me craving to taste her again. I’m already getting hard when her hand rubs over my dick. “I can’t wait to feel you inside me, Daniel.”
Fuck. I look out the window to get an idea of how much longer it’s going to take to get to the apartment. Two blocks too many. I turn back, capturing her lips with mine and sliding my hand under the fabric of the dress. It’s not lace or cotton I discover with my fingers. It’s her sweet little pussy wet for me. “Have you been like this all night?”
Rolling her head to the side, she grins, the little minx. “I have, just waiting for you to touch me.”
“Naughty girl, what am I going to do with you?”
“I have a couple of ideas.”
We don’t waste time when we arrive in the building. I pin her against the elevator, nipping at her jaw and wanting so badly to fuck her right here and now. The door slides open, and we look at each other. “This is it, Sutton.”
“It sure the fuck is, Sunshine.”
I take her hand and spin her to the wall of my apartment, her back pressed against it as I kiss her down her neck and chest before I’m blocked by the dress. Her tits are trapped in black fabric that fits so tight to her body, I’m thinking they sewed her into it. “Turn around.” I grab the zipper, but it doesn’t budge.
Her breathing grows jagged, and she asks, “Is it stuck?”
I’d fuck her right here with the dress on. I’m pretty sure she wouldn’t appreciate that, though. At least not for the first time. The second time is still in play.
I tug at the zipper again. “It is.”
My dick is so hard that it hurts being stuffed in these pants. “You have two choices. Take the dress off, or I’ll rip it from your body.”
I want to fuck that open mouth of hers, to come on this fucking dress like that would teach it a lesson. “Please try once more.”
This time, I pull the fabric taut north to south and tug the zipper down. The teeth open wide, and I hear a huge sigh of relief from Summer. We haven’t even made it out of the entryway before I’m pulling it off over her head. She’s left standing in a lace corset and nothing else but her heels.
We’re not making it to the bedroom.
CHAPTER 23
SUMMER
“Spin for me.” The gruffness of Daniel’s voice is almost as desperate as I feel. Turning slowly, I peek over my shoulder to catch his expression softening, his lids lowering as he pinches his lip between thumb and forefinger. Pure need. His desire drives mine, pulsing between my legs. I’ve never felt more beautiful. More powerful.
His hands fist at his side, but his expression is anything but angry. The press of his gaze lingers on my skin like a caress, and owning that I can do this to him is an aphrodisiac. I want to show off, to feel his hands on me. I stop when my eyes are on the wall in front of me. My nipples peak, my body on alert. I close my eyes to stave off the need to touch myself. Resist, Summer. The pull is strong, my clit aching for him. I wanted to drop him to his knees, but I’m about to be the one begging.