Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 26892 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 134(@200wpm)___ 108(@250wpm)___ 90(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26892 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 134(@200wpm)___ 108(@250wpm)___ 90(@300wpm)
“Christ, that was some kiss.” I force myself to pull back before I tear off her dress. The bill is waiting on the table, and to keep myself from taking this further, I sign the slip, leaving a hefty tip, and slide out of the booth. I stand, unable to do anything about my cock, and it being practically at Genevieve’s eye level makes me want to unzip my pants, wrap my hand around my length, and feed it to her hot little mouth. I don’t, even when she’s looking at me with hunger written in her eyes. I offer her my hand instead.
When she shifts to slide out of the booth, the hem of her little dress rides up even further. For one split second, the angle reveals the faint, delicate edge of her lace-covered cunt tucked between those soft, thick thighs. Blood roars in my ears, and a groan escapes me. My knuckles turn white as I clench my fists to keep from hauling her ass onto the table and pushing her thighs open to bury my head between them.
“You show me what I want like that again, Genevieve,” I say, my voice a deep, possessive rumble. Once she’s fully on her feet, standing flush against my chest, I lean down until my lips brush the shell of her ear, my breath tickling her skin. “And I’m liable to take you right here on the table, public restaurant be damned.”
She gaps. A gorgeous pink flush coats her neck as her eyes meet mine. I don’t give her time to recover. I wrap my hand around her waist, palming the curve of her hip, and guide her through the busy dining room. My cock is so goddamn hard, I’ll have a zipper imprint by the time the night is over, and I have to use her body to shield my length from the view of others as we walk through the restaurant. Every time her ass brushes against my length, a fresh wave of desire is sent straight down my spine.
We finally make it through the doors and out into the crisp night air. I take her jacket from her, holding it open for her to slip her arms into the sleeves. Genevieve’s dark hair spills over the collar, and I rest my hands on her shoulders, not ready to let her go just yet.
“I’m not ready for the evening to end yet, Genevieve.” My thumb strokes the side of her neck. “Come home with me.”
“I really can’t, Gavin. I have a super early morning, and I need at least a few hours of sleep.” She turns around, looking up at me.
“Fine.” I grit my teeth, hating the answer, but keep my cool. “At least let me escort you home.”
“No,” she says entirely too fast, stepping back a half an inch with a small, defiant incline of her chin. “You won’t leave, and then you’ll know where I live.” A low chuckle scrapes at my throat. I step right back into her space, my tall frame towering over her, my eyes locked on hers.
“Baby girl, if you think I won’t know your address, your phone number, and everything else about you by the end of the night, you have another thing coming.” My tone is dripping with authority. It has her eyes widening and my mouth opening. “But,” I continue, resting my hand at the small of her back, pressing her forward, “since you won’t spend more time with me or allow me to take you home myself, my driver will take you.”
Before she can argue, I cup the back of her head, lift her face up, and claim her mouth. My tongue sinks past her lips, drinking her in, tasting the lingering sweetness of the dark chocolate and the sharp kick of her espresso martini. Genevieve breathes a soft sigh into my mouth, and I swallow it down. Her small hands clutch the front of my suit jacket as her body melts into mine, and for one devastatingly perfect moment, I have her completely to myself. When I finally break the kiss, we’re both breathing heavily as my thumb traces her damp lower lip.
“While I’m going to be fucking miserable sitting at home alone in an empty house tonight...” I mutter, my eyes holding hers, “I’m glad you’re thinking about your safety.”
“Yeah, well…” She takes a quick breath. “Except now your driver will know where I live and will report back to you. But I guess that’s okay.” She has a sharp wit, giving me shit right back.
“Is it?” I’m entertained by the about face.
“It is.” She points a manicured finger at my chest. “Because I know if even so much as a single hair on my head is hurt, my girlfriends will come after you and kick your dick right into the dirt. Then there are Rafe, Dom, Vik, Dante, and Nolan. There’s no telling what they’ll do with their big brother barbaric tendencies.”