Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 44852 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 224(@200wpm)___ 179(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44852 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 224(@200wpm)___ 179(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
She swallowed hard. Boss wasn’t a meek man. His frame was big and hard with muscle. He was always in control, even when she pushed him too far. She could feel the heat of his skin, smell the musky scent of his shaving cream, and savored his strength as he grabbed her ass and pulled her to the edge of the counter.
“Take what you want. That’s what you do, isn’t it?”
“Watch it. Think twice before you speak to me.” He stood there for another few seconds, staring her down, then he stepped away and carried on as if she wasn’t there. “Top drawer,” he said.
She slipped down and opened the first drawer, keeping him in her sights at all times. He was only shaving in front of a sink, no sense of fear or urgency even though she’d attacked him numerous times.
Graciella pulled out the contents of the envelope. They were plane tickets with her name on them. First class to the Dominican Republic.
She was shocked into silence.
“I don’t understand. If you had these the whole time … why didn’t you say anything?”
“That wouldn’t be any fun.”
Her temper boiled up once again. She waved the envelope next to him. “You’re too much, do you know that?”
He leaned over the splashed his face with water, patted his skin dry, then added after-shave. His body still glistened from his shower, every defined muscle moving as he cleaned up by the counter.
“Considering this was all your doing, you’re lucky I’m involving you at all.”
She wanted to tell him off, but he was right. Her mistake had even crossed borders. And she knew he was worried sick about Bain.
Graciella wanted to kick herself. This wasn’t what she was expecting. “I’m sorry,” she said.
“For what? Trying to slit my throat?”
“For not checking with you first…”
Boss narrowed his eyes. He slipped on his clean boxers under the towel, not giving her a glimpse, then hung up the towel on the bar. His movements were slow, and she could feel his disapproval even though she hadn’t said anything yet.
“Go on,” he said.
She took a deep breath. “I called Viko. Told him about the island, your tickets, and the scientist.”
He chewed on his lower lip. It would be sexy as hell if she wasn’t certain he wanted to kill her just then. “Who called you?”
Graciella shrugged.
“Was it El Diablo? Fucking tell me right now.”
“No! I swear it wasn’t him,” she said. Boss looked like he wanted to assassinate her brother, murder in his eyes. But it wasn’t Xavier.
He stalked closed, caging her in. “Now.”
“Me.”
One eyebrow raised in question, then he exhaled. “You tagged me. When? Where?”
“No, I tapped Xavier’s phone. Men are all the same,” she said. “So easy to manipulate.”
He chuckled, a deep masculine sound that affected her way too much.
“That’s where you’re wrong, sweetheart. The only one who manages to fuck with my head is you.” He kept coming closer. She didn’t try to stop him.
Boss was a breath away. He leaned down to her level, running his lips along her cheek, slowly, so close to her lips. He inhaled, exhaling on a faint growl. She wanted to touch him, to grab on to those strong shoulders.
She closed her eyes.
“Why didn’t you kill me?” he whispered in her ear.
When she didn’t answer, he cupped his big hand under her pussy. The pressure was intense when she was already strung high with her attraction for Boss. She dropped her weight just enough so she could feel more. Her lips parted slightly, and he moved in fast, kissing her with enough passion to steal all her thoughts.
Her natural defenses vanished. Her anger fizzled away.
If she was his weakness, he was hers just as much.
Should she give in to her desires? God knew how much she wanted Boss. Wanted him to ride her. He wasn’t an evil man. Would it be so bad to allow herself to experience the pleasure he could give her? He prided himself at being the best at everything.
She wasn’t sure what she wanted out of Boss.
Did she want the whole fairy tale? She’d never really thought about it. Was that even possible for people as broken as them?
No, if she let down the guards around her heart, she’d regret it.
She was the conquest right now. Once Boss claimed her, she’d be discarded like all the others. That, she couldn’t handle. It was safer for her to call the shots.
“Do you like that?” The way he moved his hands, one on her crotch, the other behind her neck was addicting. He knew exactly how to handle her body to make her spineless in his arms.
She swallowed hard, not willing to give him the satisfaction. Inside, she was screaming, yes, yes, yes!
He began teasing the shell of her ear with his tongue. “You tell me when you’re ready, baby girl. I promise you won’t regret it.” He moved his hands, cupping her ass with both of them, pulling her against his impressive cock. He never stopped kissing her—her jaw, her neck, then back to her lips. This time, she draped her arms around him, their kiss deepening. She panted and mewled, rubbing her body against him, not to seduce, but because she needed more of him.