Total pages in book: 38
Estimated words: 35305 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 177(@200wpm)___ 141(@250wpm)___ 118(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35305 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 177(@200wpm)___ 141(@250wpm)___ 118(@300wpm)
"I have no idea what penis glitter is, but go for it," a deep voice drawls behind me.
I thought the bell dinging was Jazz coming in with our lunch!
I whirl around, confirming that, no, it isn't my bestie with food. It's Lincoln, staring at my ass with a shit-eating grin plastered across his face.
"We're going to pretend you didn't hear any of that."
"Oh, we're definitely not," he says, his smirk growing. "I want to hear all about these sex dolls. What kind of positions are we talking about here? Reverse cowgirl? Doggy style?"
When people claim that they're haunted, I always thought the ghosts were more like the ones from A Christmas Carol—you know, long dead and see-through, out to scare the shit out of you until you change your ways or die of fright. So…why is mine a hot billionaire with an infuriatingly gorgeous smirk and a heartbeat? I'd like to trade him in on a less annoying model.
"Don't you have other lives to ruin?" I groan.
"Nope, not today."
"Huh. At least you admit that you do ruin lives." I haul myself to my feet and dust my hands off before crossing my arms to stare at him. "I guess even Satan believes in self-reflection."
"I take it I'm Satan in this scenario?" His eyes crinkle at the corners, the green color bright with amusement. "What does that make you, little bookworm?"
"The innocent human you're haunting," I mutter, my voice rife with sarcasm.
"Nah, that's not it." He takes a step toward me. "You're too goddamn beautiful to be just another human."
I smile despite myself. "That might be the cheesiest line I've ever heard, Lincoln."
"It's not a line if it's true."
"Right." I roll my eyes at him. "You're shameless, aren't you? First, you steal my building. Then, you kiss me. Now, you're flirting with me. If you don't pick a lane soon, I may lose it."
His deep chuckle rolls over me, hardening my nipples. God, he really does sound incredible. It's just not fair.
"What do you want, Lincoln? I have work to do."
"Right." His lips twitch. "You have to finish the 'Let's Fuck' section." He saunters toward me, not stopping until he's in my personal space. I plant my feet, prepared for him to try to kiss me again. Instead, he reaches behind me, plucking a book from the shelf. One brow lifts as he reads the title. "Claimed by Daddy?"
I try to snatch it out of his hands, but he's taller than I am. He just lifts it over my head, holding it out of my reach.
"Give me that," I growl, jumping for it.
"Hell no. I want to read it."
"Fine." I throw my hands up, taking a step back. "Start your introduction to smut with Daddy kink."
"I don't even know what the fuck that means."
"Which is precisely why you shouldn't be reading that. You aren't ready for graduate-level smut."
"Graduate-level?" His lips twitch as he flips through a few pages. "Oh, I'm definitely reading this shit now."
"It isn't shit." I jab him in the chest. "Don't be insulting and have a little respect, or I will kick you out of here again. Permanently, this time."
"Easy there, kitten. I didn't mean it as an insult."
"Uh-huh." I roll my eyes at him, trying to step around him. He stops me with an arm around my waist, anchoring me to his hard body while flipping through pages with his opposite hand.
His gaze scans across the page. I seriously contemplate snatching it from his hands, and then decide to let him find out for himself that he isn't prepared.
Part of me kind of hopes that he is shocked. The other part hopes he isn't. I don't want him to be one of those men who gets all bent out of shape at the thought of women enjoying reading about—and enjoying—the sexual aspects of relationships.
"'Such a pretty little cockwhore for your Daddy. You were made for this, weren't you?'" He reads out loud, his brows climbing.
My damn clit twitches. I don't even have a Daddy kink, but listening to him read dirty lines in that sexy voice of his? Yeah, there is nothing bad about that.
"Jesus, little bookworm." He dips his head, meeting my gaze after silently skimming several more lines. "Have you read this one?"
"Maybe."
"Did you like it?"
I snatch the book from his hands, replacing it on the shelf. "That's not your business."
His soft laugh makes my core clench. "You definitely liked it."
"Shut up."
He just chuckles again.
I squirm my way free of his grip, trying to put distance between us. He's way too close. I can't think with the scent of his cologne swirling around me and his wicked voice still ringing in my ears. "Why are you here, Lincoln? I know you didn't come to read Daddy kink."
"No, that's just a bonus." His lips curve into a grin. "I came to ask you to dinner."