Total pages in book: 23
Estimated words: 21964 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 110(@200wpm)___ 88(@250wpm)___ 73(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 21964 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 110(@200wpm)___ 88(@250wpm)___ 73(@300wpm)
“Will you keep your voice down?” he hisses as he grabs my arm. “People are listening.” Westin doesn’t like the look of his hand clenching my arm and he moves in with a possessive growl.
“It’s okay,” I say as I put up a hand to hold him back. He reluctantly steps back, but keeps his fierce dark eyes locked on Gabriel. In the smartest thing my brother has done all night, he releases my arm.
“It’s not Dad’s company anymore,” Gabriel says when he composes himself. “It’s ours.”
“That’s right. Ours. Not yours. Ours. Dad left it to both of us.”
“The company is fine,” he says in a dismissive tone. “It makes tons of money.”
“It won’t if you keep neglecting it. Did you even know that Mr. Jones cut ties with us? Mr. Jones!”
He squeezes his eyes shut and runs a hand through his hair, gripping it so hard that he looks like he’s going to tear a fistful of it out.
“I can’t do this right now,” he says as he grabs a champagne flute off a passing tray and downs all of it. “Ow, that hurts. Why the hell did they make it so bubbly?”
“Apparently, you designed that too. Special edition Diamonde was it?”
He rolls his eyes and turns away. “You’ll see when the orders start coming in,” he says as he waves at someone across the room. “I don’t have time for this. Enjoy the show.”
My heart is pounding as he walks away from me, smiling happily and schmoozing with these strangers like we didn’t just get into it.
“Are you okay?” Westin asks as he comes over.
My pulse is racing and my body is all tense. I’m bursting with energy and I want something or someone to take it out on.
Luckily, I have someone who looks more than willing.
I grab onto Westin’s lapel and yank him toward me, crushing my lips against his in a hard demanding kiss.
He tastes as rich and sensual as he looks and I moan against his tongue as he claims my mouth as his own.
My whole body melts under the heat of his mouth. I feel it in my chest first, but then it travels to my pussy and it throbs for him.
His strong hands grip my hips and he pulls me against his hard body. I whimper against his tongue when I feel the long hard shape of his big cock pressing against my pelvis.
It’s so big. My pussy aches with the intense need to feel it sliding deep inside me.
I’m still a virgin, but I know that I won’t be for much longer.
I want him. I need him.
And I want it all tonight.
Chapter Five
Westin
My cock is throbbing as I kiss this spectacular girl. I don’t know how long we’ve been at it, but the crowd has disappeared. They’re all inside the room waiting for the show to start.
Meanwhile out here, I’m tasting my girl’s sweet innocent mouth behind one of the many enormous ice sculptures.
“Should we go in?” she asks in breathless gasps when we hear the announcer over the speakers saying the show is starting.
“There’s only one place I want to go and that’s between your legs,” I growl as I grab her ass. I’m so hard. I can’t think straight. I can feel pre-cum oozing out of my cock and leaking down my leg.
My balls are aching with all of the hot cum I have building up for her. If I don’t unload it soon, I’m going to die.
“Sir, Ma’am,” a security guard says, interrupting us. “Please head inside for the show.”
I turn to him with a snarl, wanting to rip off his head for taking my girl away from me, even for a second.
“Come on,” Victoria says as she takes my hand. Just one touch from her is enough to soothe the beast inside of me. “Let’s go see the show. Half of all this is mine, so I better know what my brother has gotten me into.”
I take a few deep breaths, glaring at the huge man as I back away. He’s larger than me, but he’s crazy to think he can come between me and my girl. That’s like coming between a ravenous lion and a fresh zebra leg.
We head inside and grab seats near the back. It’s a gorgeous venue in a huge old fashioned ballroom with comfortable seating set up and a long lit-up runway tearing through the middle of the vast room. The runway is simple enough but then a wall lifts and the DJ booth is revealed.
I’m not that into current music but even I recognize the man behind the turntables.
“Please tell me that’s not DJ Vandercrum,” Victoria mutters as she covers her eyes with her hand.
“I wish I could,” I say as the music starts blasting. He’s the most popular DJ in Europe right now and must have cost a fortune.