Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 43681 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 218(@200wpm)___ 175(@250wpm)___ 146(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 43681 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 218(@200wpm)___ 175(@250wpm)___ 146(@300wpm)
“In New York City, being a pop sensation,” I joke.
Gunner cracks a smile, and I swear it’s so bright it could put the sun to shame. He moves over to me, lowering to his knees and leaning forward slowly until his lips are a breath from mine. “Well, I’m grateful you’re here now.”
“You told me you couldn’t sing?”
“I can’t.”
Is he kidding? Gunner’s voice is an instrument, deep and rough. He can hold a note like no other, and his rasps pull emotion from your soul. “Gunner, you’ve got one of the best voices I’ve ever heard.”
He scoffs, waving his hand in the air. “You’ve got to say that because you want into my pants.”
“No, seriously. Why haven’t you tried to pursue a music career? It probably would have been easy for you, being a nepo baby and all.”
“I have. But as much as I love the music, there are things I love more. You know firsthand what the industry does to you, breaks you down. And don’t get me started on the tabloids and the fans. They think just because they love your music, they somehow know you. I don’t want any part of that.”
I drop my gaze to the floor and nod because those were the two things that made me run.
Chapter 13
Gunner
I hate having to work tonight. I want to stay in bed with Cash, but when you own a business, you can’t fuck nonstop day and night.
The bar is busy tonight. Locals and the university kids from a town over mingle, and based on the amount of liquor the other bartender, River, is slinging, it’s going to be a good night.
“Hello, handsome.”
The world stands still, and the crowd at the bar disappears as her sweet voice cascades in my ear.
I don’t say a word to her. I grab a bottle of Gray Goose, a small tub of ice, and a glass. “Cover for me, River. I’ve got some shit to take care of in the office.”
River nods and moves to the next patron. He’s surrounded by a crowd, but he’s too smart to tell me no. I’m a decent boss, and this is a sweet gig.
I tug at Cash’s hand, and she giggles as she follows me. Fuck, I love her laugh.
Once inside the office, I lock the door behind us. I don’t want one of the serving staff running in here with a crisis.
“What are you doing? You’re swamped out there.”
I don’t respond. Leaving Cash at the door, I sit down behind my desk. “Come here, beautiful.” I slide my chair back and pat my lap.
A small smile spreads across her lips as she stands and walks toward me.
“On your knees. Crawl for me.”
Cash licks her lips and falls to her knees. It almost takes me out. My queen is on her knees for me.
She places her hand on the wood floor, moving it toward me, followed by the slide of her knee.
“Stick out your tongue.”
She doesn’t fight my demand. Her pink tongue pushes out, and all I can think about is sinking my dick into her hot mouth.
I lean back, eyes on her. As much as I love degrading her, I also want to worship at her feet and kiss her from head to toe while vocalizing my adoration with flowery words.
I watch her face as she lands at my feet. I grip her waist and force her onto my lap, her hot center against my hard shaft. Pushing my fingers into her hair, I pull her lips to mine. I start soft and slow, and her arms curl around my shoulders, kneading my back.
She moans into my mouth and rocks her pussy against my dick. The friction is pure heaven. I press against her lips with need as my kiss becomes hungry. I devour her, taste her, lick at her mouth, and take her in. I want to own her, be inside her, on top of her, all around her.
“You’re so beautiful. So sweet and sexy.”
Her eyes flash with desire and something else, desperation, perhaps.
“Let’s see how dirty America’s sweetheart can be.”
Cash blushes, and her pupils dilate.
“I mean it.” I slip my fingers through her damp folds as my teeth graze the edge of her nipples through her shirt. “Don’t make me repeat it.”
She sucks her bottom lip between her teeth. I yank the shirt over her head. My eyes flick down to her chest, taking in the black lace of her bra, her heavy tits flushed and begging for my teeth to sink into them.
I move my hands behind her back and unhook the clasp. Her eyes are wide and round as the fabric drops to the floor at my feet. My gaze trails down her soft body. I want to feast on her delicious curves for days. My cock throbs harshly, the bite of the zipper a cold reminder of the warmth awaiting me.