Total pages in book: 52
Estimated words: 52699 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 263(@200wpm)___ 211(@250wpm)___ 176(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 52699 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 263(@200wpm)___ 211(@250wpm)___ 176(@300wpm)
“I can’t imagine how deprived and wanting your body must feel.” He looked me up and down. “Is that good enough or do I need to keep apologizing?”
I was speechless.
I had no idea how to respond to that.
He closed the gap between us, tucking a few loose strands of hair behind my ear.
“This is the part where you accept my apology, Miss Tanner,” he whispered against my lips. “I’m waiting.”
“I don’t accept it.”
“Why not?” He looked into my eyes. “Did I leave out something on Frank’s behalf?”
“No.”
“Did I lie?”
“No.” I sucked in a breath as his lips brushed against mine. “I didn’t hear a single lie.”
“Me either.”
He crashed his lips against mine, and I briefly shut my eyes as he owned my mouth with ease all over again.
I wanted him to go further, needed him to go further.
Without saying another word, he pulled open my silk pajama top—sending the buttons scattering across the floor.
“Ahhh.” I moaned as he kissed my exposed neck, and I reached for his belt buckle.
As if he could tell I was struggling to free his cock, he pushed my hand away.
“I’ll handle it,” he said, kissing me harder before stepping back.
He pulled a condom from his pocket and unbuckled his pants with ease. Eyeing me, he pulled down his briefs and I gasped as I took in the sight of his fully hardened cock.
Whenever I’d fantasized about our previous kiss, I’d envisioned how it looked just by how it felt against me, but seeing it free, thick, and up close, I realized I’d severely underestimated him.
Smiling, he unwrapped the condom and slowly rolled it over his length.
My eyes widened with every inch, and when he was completely sheathed, he lifted my leg around his waist and eased into me all at once.
Then he moved me up and down without mercy.
Oh my god…
“Is this how you want to be fucked?” He squeezed my ass, and I moaned, incapable of answering.
He buried his head against my neck, biting and kissing me whenever I screamed, holding me taut so I wouldn’t fall off him.
“Is this how you wanted it?” he whispered, asking me again.
“Yes…” I felt my pussy tightening around his cock. “Yes…”
He moved his head back and stared into my eyes as he controlled me, making sure his cock hit every spot, ensuring my mouth served him an endless sound of satisfaction.
Before I could try to gain any sense of control, an unfamiliar wave of pleasure wracked through my body.
Then it wrecked me again, and again.
I screamed as the earth shattered under me, and I shut my eyes as he held me even tighter.
We remained entwined for several moments, and his lips lingered against mine.
“Shit…” He slowly pulled out of me and gently placed my leg onto the floor. Then he threw the condom away.
I stood still staring at him, unsure of what to say, what to do.
“Do I need to apologize for fucking you?” he whispered.
“Only if you’re sorry.”
“I’m not.” He buttoned my pajama top. “You can go home now, though.”
“What about the work?”
“I won’t be able to focus on anything except a repeat with you for the next few hours.” A slow smile crossed his lips, and he picked up my purse, handing it to me. “Go home and get some sleep.”
MODUS OPERANDI (N.)
A CRIMINAL INVESTIGATION TERM FOR "WAY OF OPERATING," WHICH MAY PROVE THE ACCUSED HAS A PATTERN OF REPEATING THE SAME CRIMINAL ACTS USING THE SAME METHOD
ELIZABETH
Iwoke up with my fingers buried deep in my pussy, exhausted from replaying the previous afternoon with Damien far too many times to count. I felt foolish for living so long without knowing how amazing sex could feel, how it could literally shift and alter everything.
Ringgg! Ringgg! Ringgg!
I rolled over and slammed my hand against the alarm. I checked my phone to make sure my movers were still planning to come collect my things tomorrow and then I headed to the shower.
The second the streams hit my skin, my phone sounded.
Groaning, I grabbed it and put it on speaker.
“Hello?” I answered.
“Where are you?” It was Damien.
“At home. I’m getting ready for work.”
“That’s impossible, Miss Tanner,” he said. “You’re supposed to already be at work.”
“I thought you said—”
“We have a discovery hearing with Judge Harrison at the main courthouse in an hour, and two preliminary hearings this afternoon,” he said. “I suggest you meet me there with the Reardon files and your notes from the last surveillance session.”
“Wait a second.”
“Yes?”
“It’s going to take me a little longer than usual to get there today,” I said. “I parked in the garage down the street.”
“Leave your deathtrap where it is,” he said. “There’s a town car downstairs waiting for you already.”
At the courthouse, Damien stood apart from every other lawyer, even from a distance. His bespoke suit was tailored, his cufflinks shone bright, and a few passersby stared at him as they walked by as if he were some celebrity.