Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 74597 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 373(@200wpm)___ 298(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74597 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 373(@200wpm)___ 298(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
She let herself go with JT. Something deep inside told her she was safe with this man. At least her body was.
Her body was all that mattered for the moment. She was caught between his talented fingers on her pussy and that hard dick pressed against her ass. She glanced up at the mirror and JT was watching her. His eyes caught hers and she realized how much he wanted this. He wanted her to come for him. He didn’t need to say the words. It was all there in his dark gaze. In the way he licked his lips like he would devour her the minute she was finished and it could be his turn.
But he wouldn’t take that turn until he was sure she was satisfied. He would control himself.
Could she shake that control at some point? Could she make him as wild as he was making her?
Every muscle in her body tightened and then the glorious release hit her hard—a long wave that swept her up and away.
“Oh, the things I am about to do to you,” he whispered, and she could see the predatory gleam in his eyes.
The picture they made in the mirror was stamped on her brain. He was the conqueror and she the well-satisfied prey. Yes, she would let him do anything he wanted to do to her, and she would do it with not an ounce of shame.
“Yes, Sir.”
There was a knock on the door. “Uhm, Mr. Malone. I’m so sorry. There’s a woman out here and I can’t make her go away. I’m so sorry to bother you.”
He went stiff behind her. “Nina, it might be about my father. I have to…”
She straightened up. His father’s illness was the whole reason they were in the predicament they were in. Of course he was worried. “I’ll get dressed and meet you out there.”
“I don’t think it’s your mother,” the saleslady said. “She said she’s your assistant.”
Or she could make things very easy and kill off one of the suspects.
JT ran a hand through his hair, his frustration evident. “She tracks my phone. In some places we go it’s a necessary thing. I’ll talk to her.” He took a deep breath and groaned. “Shit. I was supposed to stop by the office and sign some contracts. I ignored her calls earlier. I’m sorry, Nina.”
Somehow she thought Deanna showing up was about more than contracts.
JT leaned in and brushed his lips over hers, his mouth kicking in a wry grin before he stepped back. “But I’m pretty sure everyone knows what we’re doing, and that’s a good thing.”
Because of their cover. That was all. He closed the door and she was left alone and almost completely naked.
If only her heart didn’t feel just as bare.
* * * *
JT strode out of the dressing room, ready to throttle someone. Not someone. Deanna. He was going to fire her. Everyone wanted him to fire her, well, today was the day they all got their wish. He could handle her sharp tongue, but cock blocking was definitely where he drew the line.
She stood out in the middle of the department, a stack of files in her arms. Deanna was in her early thirties, and he was sure there were men out there who thought she was smoking hot. She had honey blonde hair and she took care of herself, but somehow he’d never been able to look at her as more than a super-competent assistant who could keep the dragons of the industry on their toes.
Attraction had hit like lightning the minute he’d seen Nina. It had been utterly unlike anything he’d felt in his life, and he was well aware that he was in too deep, way too fast, but he couldn’t help himself.
“You want to explain why you’re interrupting me?” It was time to reclaim some of his private life. He hadn’t had much of one for years. Not since his father had backed off traveling, forcing JT to spend much of his life visiting rigs and going to conferences. He didn’t do much beyond work and sleep and take the occasional morning off to play golf, which was honestly usually more about work than play. “You’re going to stop tracking my phone and you’re going to stop it now.”
A huff came from her along with a slow frown. “How am I supposed to keep up with you? Your mother already hates me. If I lost you in a foreign country, she would really be pissed. I know everyone in the world thinks your mother is some darling, wouldn’t-hurt-a-fly-because-she’s-so-classy lady, but she can be very intimidating when she wants to be. I know a cast-iron bitch when I see one.”
He would have protested her calling his momma a bitch, but it was a term of respect coming from Deanna. “How about I’ll stop my mother from tracking my phone? You can both follow me on social media.”