Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 95956 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 480(@200wpm)___ 384(@250wpm)___ 320(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95956 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 480(@200wpm)___ 384(@250wpm)___ 320(@300wpm)
“Have you decided what you’ll do yet?”
I shake my head. “Not yet. I have until the morning, right?”
“You have a few more hours, yes.”
“Then I think I’ll wait until the very last second to make up my mind.”
He laughs but doesn’t take his eyes off me, like he’s trying to get some hint of what I’m thinking, and what I’m thinking is I’ve told him way too much about myself and I’m exhausted just being around him, but for some reason I don’t want to get up and walk away. Maybe because of the way his eyes roam down my legs or maybe it’s the handsome tilt of his chin or the slope of his nose or his dark and intense eyes, but whatever it is, I’m stuck to this chair and unable to do the smart thing and walk away.
“I want you to do something for me.” He sits back slightly and puts his hands on his thighs. “Stand up and come here.”
I frown warily. “What are you going to do?”
“Nothing you can’t stop. Now stand up and come here.”
I don’t like that pushy tone, but I also love the commanding way he glares at me, and I find myself slowly getting up and bridging the several feet between us. He watches me the whole time with an odd, intense hunger.
“Sit here.” He gestures at his lap and I feel a shiver run down my spine, one of fear mixed with exquisite delight.
“You said I can stop if I want, right?”
“You don’t have to sit if you don’t want to, but you have a difficult decision ahead of you and I think I can make it easier. So come here, little thief, and sit in my lap.”
I hesitate, head spinning. If I do this then I’ve officially lost my mind, but I can almost see the logic in what he’s proposing—he wants me to pretend to be his girlfriend, and the only way I can do that is if I can stand being physically close to him. It doesn’t get any closer than sitting in his lap.
I drift a step, then another, and wonder if I’m damning myself, but slowly I sink down and feel his arms wrap around me and the warmth of him floods over my skin as I nestle myself in his lap.
His legs are strong and powerful beneath my ass and I feel a wild thrill being inches from his lips as he tilts his chin up toward me. He brushes my curls back behind an ear and smiles softly, almost sadly, like he’s thinking of something that hurts him and I wish he’d tell me what it is. I wrap my arms around his neck, feeling stiff and strange and awkward, my heart racing wildly in my chest, but I nod once and glare at him.
“Is this what you wanted?” I ask.
“Almost,” he says softly as he puts his hands on my hips and pulls me closer. I feel something thick and hard press against me—is that his stiff cock?—but before I can understand what’s happening, he leans forward and brushes his lips against my neck.
I nearly moan. I definitely whimper. It’s not my finest moment and I am absolutely, insanely mortified about that crazy noise I just made, but he kisses my jawline and I’m buzzing with wild and reckless lust, and my nipples stiffen and the soft wet spot between my legs starts to tingle with an incredible need, and his lips move closer and closer to mine, and I’m thinking this is stupid, this is so stupid, but there’s another voice urging me on, begging me to do it, kiss him Gracie, just kiss him, for once in your life do what feels good instead of what’s right, but he stops with his lips at the corner of my mouth and I’m about to scream.
He grips my hips tighter and holds me there, and yes, yes, that’s definitely his very hard, very large cock pressing against my ass.
“You look absolutely terrified right now,” he whispers with a smile on his lips. “Do I really scare you so badly?”
“You could kill me whenever you want. It’s hard to forget that fact.”
“That’s true, but you already know I want you. I need you, Gracie, my little thief.”
My breath comes faster, my chest rising and falling, and I am extremely grateful that I got changed after work because if I were still in my work clothes, there wouldn’t be much between this ravenous wolf and my bare skin.
“I don’t even know what you want me to do yet.”
“Something only you can manage. Something I can’t do on my own.” He kisses the corner of my lips again and my mouth parts, opening for him, my tongue against my bottom teeth as I suck in a gasping breath. “Are you really so scared, Gracie, or are you pulsing with something else?”