Total pages in book: 115
Estimated words: 107262 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 536(@200wpm)___ 429(@250wpm)___ 358(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107262 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 536(@200wpm)___ 429(@250wpm)___ 358(@300wpm)
The chime dings our arrival on the requested floor and the elevator doors open. The sound of her heels on the tile as we walk down the deserted hallway sends sparks through me, and by the time we get to an empty conference room, I’m as hard as a rock and in desperate need of this woman. Her green eyes darken as she steps past me and allows me to quietly close the door behind us. It doesn’t lock, but no one followed us here and I’m certain there will be enough privacy for what we need right now. So long as she’s quiet.
The conference room is dominated by a long table that’s at just the right height for what we have in mind, and there’s a small amount of ambient light from the moon shining through the blinds and the tiny, dim LEDs around the perimeter of the room that make the fire in her eyes plain to see.
My pulse quickens, and I’m eager, far too eager to finally have her how I’ve wanted from the moment I first saw her. She has bewitched me with not only her beauty, but her poise and intelligence.
I close the distance between us, and she meets me halfway, confidently pushing my jacket back. My needy girl. I let it fall from my shoulders, tossing it to the table behind me in favor of touching her.
Without a word, she leans in. Her kiss is breathtaking, her lips warm and inviting, and the pressure of her soft, yielding curves beneath my palms stokes the fire inside me to a blazing inferno.
A gentle moan passes over her lips into the heated air between us, and I want to do anything to elicit that sound again and again. I chase it to her mouth, then along her jawline to the sensitive spot beneath her ear. She tilts her head, allowing me further access, but I slip my fingers to her chin, angling her even more. I want all of her, want to claim every inch and mark her with my touch. She braces herself with her palms on my chest, letting me overwhelm us both with growing need.
I return to her mouth, kissing her deeply. She tastes of champagne, and it only adds to the intoxicating hold she has on me. I want more, now.
Not breaking our kiss, I lead her to the table until she’s caught between myself and the hardwood. With one hand gripping her hip to keep her where I want her, the other reaches up her neck to the nape of her hair, gathering a fistful and tugging gently.
As her back bows and I work my way down her neck and across her collarbone with open mouthed kisses, she moans yet again, this time with my name slipping through her lips, which are already swollen from our passion.
She’s gorgeous and eager and everything I need right now. Best of all, she gives it back just as much. She’s not shy, knowing what she wants.
As we kiss, Raven's hands move down my back, tugging my shirt out of my pants and deftly working at the buttons as I push her dress up higher, my fingers finding first, the silken softness of her stockings, and then, the warm, smooth skin of her thigh above them. I nip at her neck at the same time I grip her ass firmly beneath her dress, and she gasps for me.
I can feel myself losing control, my body taking over as the passion between us rises into an all-consuming fire. Finally, I pull back, my chest heaving as Raven looks at me. The moment is heavy with intensity.
I know what I want.
And looking into Raven’s emerald eyes, I know what she wants.
“Say it.” It’s my one demand.
“Fuck me, Dylan,” she whispers hotly, her breasts already trembling with shaky breath. “Please.”
I don’t know what changed for her. I’m not sure I care. I never claimed to be a good man, and while I’m utterly gone for Raven in this moment, deep in my psyche, there’s a tiny hint of triumph that my plan is coming to fruition so perfectly.
Fuck Evan Faulkner.
Reaching for my neck, I loosen my tie before finishing the work of undoing the buttons on my shirt as Raven reaches behind her. She pulls the zipper on her dress down, the sound filling the room, and then the fabric falls at her ankles.
“Fuck me,” I utter reverently.
I knew that she would be remarkable, but as my gaze roams her body in the dim light… she’s perfect. Her curves are cradled in sexy satin lingerie, her full breasts lifted temptingly in her strapless bra, the flare of her hip highlighted by the hug of her garter belt, and the V at her core barely covered in panties that make my cock strain against the fabric of my pants.