Total pages in book: 33
Estimated words: 30717 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 154(@200wpm)___ 123(@250wpm)___ 102(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 30717 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 154(@200wpm)___ 123(@250wpm)___ 102(@300wpm)
Heat runs through me but it’s not just cringey embarrassment. It’s sheer arousal because even with shame running through my veins, the man is working wonders on my curves. He presses hot kisses to my throat while murmuring my name against my scalding skin.
“You’re so sweet, Ashley. I’ve been waiting for a girl like you. Who knew I’d find you here?”
I let out a breathless laugh while running my fingers through the dark hair at the nape of his neck. The touch is sensual, and very intimate too, as my deepest womanhood vibrates with awareness.
“You mean, here in the City of Sin, known for its raunch and bad taste?” I quip breathlessly.
The huge man grins, holding me close.
“Vegas is known for being tacky and tasteless, but there are some good parts too. I found you, for one,” he growls, pressing another worshipful kiss to my neck. “You’re an intriguing mix of sassy and sweet, baby girl. Innocent and yet also a woman wise beyond her years.”
“Maybe it’s because I have to be,” I laugh breathlessly, as he pulls down the zip to the red column gown. The fabric parts slowly, revealing my giant Double D’s, full and sensitive. The pink tips are already stiff, and with a low growl, Patrick dips his head to suck one into his mouth.
“Oh!” I squeak, clutching his broad shoulders as hot jolts of sensation run straight from my nipple to my cunt. It feels so good, and my head tilts back as Patrick suckles hungrily.
“Shit baby, you taste amazing,” he rasps against my skin before switching to my other teat. “So fucking sexy.”
A hot jolt rips through my pussy and I squeeze my thighs together trying to relieve the tension.
“But Daddy, it’s so achy,” I pant. “Mmm!”
The Irishman lifts his head, those blue eyes searing and his lips wet.
“Achy where?” he rumbles while helping me out of my dress. Now, I’m clad only in the tiniest pair of lace panties, along with crimson stilettos emphasizing my long legs. The billionaire can’t stop staring at the wet spot at the vee of my panties, and I clench my legs together, suddenly embarrassed again.
But he’s relentless, one big hand pulling my leg open so that I have no choice but to reveal myself to that ravenous stare.
“You’re gorgeous, baby girl,” he rasps. “Don’t hide your arousal from me. If anything, it makes me fucking hard and gets me ready to rip your pussy in half. But I won’t,” he says when I let out a shocked gasp. “We’ll go slow if that’s what you need because you’re young, sweetheart, and likely tight and small.” Suddenly, a thought crosses Patrick’s mind and he fixes me with a direct look. “Have you been with a man before, Ashley? Tell me if this is your first time. I need to know.”
I blush because I was hoping not to have this conversation, and especially not while sitting nude and lush in Patrick’s lap. But I shake my head side to side while worrying at my lip with his teeth.
“No, I’ve never been with a man,” I whisper. “Is that bad?” I ask as tears spring to my eyes. “I know it’s not what you want to hear, but like I said, I was ballerina back when I was in Buffalo. All I did was practice, practice, practice, and it took up all my time when I wasn’t in school. I didn’t have time to talk to boys even because I was so focused on leaving my hometown. I’m sorry,” I say quietly as a tear slips silently down my cheek. “Do you hate me now?”
Patrick’s silent, and for a moment, panic rushes through my veins. Oh my god, I’ve played my cards wrong again. Not only did I fuck up at poker, but I’ve now fucked up the intimate game that takes place between men and women. My soul is crushed. I knew I was in over my head the moment I laid eyes on the charismatic billionaire, and now he’s going to ask me to leave.
Swallowing my tears, I turn my chin away, unable to meet his gaze.
“I know this isn’t what you’re looking for,” I mutter while trying to scramble out of his lap. “I’m sorry, Mr. O’Lachlan. I’ll make sure the Degas knows I left before consummating the bet, and if I can offer something else—”
But I’m pulled back against his hard form so fast that the air is knocked out of my lungs. I’m motionless for a moment, startled as my heart races because Patrick snarls then. The billionaire literally lets out a vicious growl as he slips a big hand between my legs, stroking the wetness there.
“You’re going nowhere,” he rasps. “You’ll be making good on your bet, Ashley. No one walks away from me without paying their dues. But first,” he rasps. “Let me show you how much I want you. I don’t care that you’re a virgin, sweetheart,” he moans, blue eyes flashing. “If anything, it turns me on.”