Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 78850 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 394(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78850 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 394(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
“You have your whole life ahead of you. You’d tire of me.” I shut the box and grin at her.
“I think you’re wrong.” She walks toward me.
My eyes narrow and my nostrils flare at her mesmerizing scent; it complements the aroma of our dinner.
She’s dangerous, becoming my very own kryptonite. Cocking her head, she stops right in front of me. “And I think you know it.”
Our eyes lock. How has my fucking Lolita somehow gotten the better of this situation?
“I had a really good day today. That is, up until my bitch of a mom started calling. But she’s not here, and she can’t hurt me anymore. I’m free. I make my own decisions.” She turns and picks up the bottle of red I brought in with me and walks out of the room.
“Fuck me.” I stare after her. I’m a big enough man to give credit where credit is due, and she just dominated this conversation.
Lifting the pizza box, I follow her down the stairs to my backyard. The sun is starting her descent; reds, oranges, and pinks fill the sky. Los Angeles has her flaws, but her sunsets are not one of them.
“The night is gorgeous. I love it out here.” She smiles at me as I set the pizza down on the large table.
“Glasses and the wine opener are over there.” I motion with my head to the outdoor kitchen. “I need to talk to my head of security for a second.”
“Oh, right. I always forget about that.” She looks around at my numerous cameras.
“I told you, I’m an ass. I seem to make enemies,” I call over my shoulder and open the guest house door. Iain sits on the couch, holding up a hand as soon as I enter.
“I turned them off. Let me know when you’re done.” He stares at the TV, not looking at me, with a stupid grin on his face.
What the hell? I shut the door because if I’m not careful, I’m gonna start trying to defend myself. Screw that.
I turn and head toward her. Standing, she shimmies out of my robe, letting it fall onto the large lounge chair, a deep orange and purple sky behind her.
Danger.
It’s like an alarm going off in my head. I’m entering into something I have no control over. For the life of me I don’t understand why I don’t walk away.
That’s a lie, I think, as my eyes devour her naked, fucking hard nipples and juicy tits. Sipping her wine, she waits for me.
“Everything good, Mr. Powers?” Her voice is slightly raspy.
My eyes caress her face. How have I developed a weakness? It’s almost laughable. All the shit talk I’ve said about the schmucks I know getting pussy-whipped? Yet here I am.
Raven is my weakness. No matter how much I tell myself to walk away…
I won’t.
And she knows it. What’s worse, I don’t care if she does. All I want is to bury my mouth in her cunt, suck her nectar until she screams my name, then slowly savor her all night.
Fetching the wineglass from her, I take a sip, hold the glass to her puffy lips, and watch her drink the thick, chocolate-berry blend, tilting the glass more until the deep red liquid spills over the sides. Her eyes widen as it trails down her neck to her breasts.
“Fuck, lie down, baby.” Setting the glass on the table next to us, she lies back, her hands stretching up slightly, hanging over the top. She squirms.
Merely looking at her makes me grin. She’s perfection. Suddenly, all thoughts about anything besides this woman are gone. The slight warm breeze and the fragrance of lavender and jasmine cocoon us.
“Spread your legs.” My nostrils flare as she slowly plants each foot on the edge of the lounger. I let my towel fall.
“You are beautiful.” Stroking my cock, I stand over her like a fucking god, preparing to claim what is mine. She licks her wet lips stained with the wine, and I move in between her legs to suck and lick the wine off her right breast.
“Oh God.” She groans and arches up while my tongue flicks her hard nipple.
When I move to the other, this time I suck and bite. Her nails dig into the cushion. I lift my head and she slowly opens her eyes.
This is our moment. This second as our eyes connect, it’s all there, her love, her needs, her wants. No matter what happens, she will always fully and completely be mine.
“Jett,” she whispers.
“Yeah?” I blow on her nipple. “What do you need?” I reach over for the wineglass.
“You. I only need you,” she moans as I pour wine on her belly button.
“You’ve got me. I don’t even know how.” I dip my head to lick the liquid. Her breathing picks up speed.
“Tell me, tell Mr. Powers, where you want to be sucked on next?”