Total pages in book: 8
Estimated words: 7632 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 38(@200wpm)___ 31(@250wpm)___ 25(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 7632 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 38(@200wpm)___ 31(@250wpm)___ 25(@300wpm)
“Where are we going?” she asks from the back seat of a cab.
“My hotel.”
“Okay,” she says.
The ride to the hotel is quick. I pay the driver and take her bag and her hand again. We aren’t the only people getting on the elevator, so she steps as close to me as possible. A large man stands next to her. He must step on her or something because she jumps and leans closer to me.
“Tschuldigung, fraulein,” he says, leaning down to speak to her. I find that I don’t like that at all.
“Ich bin nicht verletzt, mach dir keine sorgen,” she replies, surprising the hell out of me.
“What was that?” I ask when the man gets off the elevator a few floors below ours.
“I told him I wasn’t hurt and not to worry about it.”
“You are full of surprises,” I tell her as we get off the elevator on the hotel's eighth floor. We walk down the hallway, still hand in hand. Outside the room, I set her bag down and dig around my pocket for the room key. Finding it, I place it against the lock and open it when it beeps. I pick her bag up and toss it next to mine on the luggage rack near the door. The room is small and functional. A large king-size bed takes up most of the room. There is a chaise at the foot of the bed, two nightstands, and an armchair in the corner. There is also a coffee maker minibar and a small desk, but like I said, the room is functional.
“Come in and make yourself at home,” I say, letting the door close behind us. I throw the lock in place. She shivers as I take my suit jacket off and toss it on top of my suitcase. “Are you nervous, elskan?” I loosen my tie and begin to roll up my shirtsleeves.
“No, of course not,” she lies.
“You’re not a very good liar. Have you ever been told that?”
“No. No one has ever cared to.” I wonder about that statement, but I figure we have all the time in the world to get to know each other.
“Be that as it may, you have nothing to fear from me, Alice. I’m not going to hurt you.”
“You could, you know. I couldn’t do anything about it.”
“Jesus, what did they tell you?” I ask, pulling my phone out of my pants pocket. I text Om, giving him the address of the auction telling him to burn it to the ground. Imagine my surprise when he tells me that Interpol is already on it. I toss it on the desk.
“They said all kinds of things that freaked me out, to be honest.”
“I’m not going to do anything you won’t like but on the off chance that I do, just tell me.”
I move to sit down on the chaise and begin to take my shoes off. By the time I look back up, she’s taken her dress off. She’s standing in front of me in her matching bra and panties and a pair of sheer thigh highs that have my mouth watering. I can see her pale skin and each dimple and freckle on it. I know my mouth is hanging open. My cock is hardening in my pants, and all I want to do is release it.
“You’re not saying anything. Oh, my God. This isn’t why you bought me, is it? You need a maid or something, don’t you? Your wife needs a companion? Your children need a nanny?” She scrambles to cover her delicious body back up with her dress, using it like a blanket. Standing, I move toward her, pull the dress she’s using like a shield away from her body, and toss it.
“Give a man a minute, Alice. My God, I was too fucking stunned to speak. Does this feel like I have a wife or kids back home for you to take care of?” I growl, grabbing her hand and placing it on my dick. I want her to take care of me.
“How should I know?” she murmurs, her eyes wide.
“I’m not married yet, elskan.”
“What does that mean?”
“Curious?”
“Yes,” she whispers.
“Good girl.”
My lips crash down on hers; no kiss has ever felt this good. I move my lips down to her neck and suck on her pulse point. She moans softly as her hands go to my belt.
“We can take this slow, baby,” I find myself saying. Fuck, I don’t mean that.
“I don’t want to take this slow.” Thank fuck. I honestly don’t know if I could have stopped myself if she had said she wanted to.
Reaching behind her, I open the clasp on her bra, slide the straps down her arms, and toss it away.
“Jesus,” I groan. I feel the weight of her tits in my hands, and I love it. Immediately, I suck one nipple into my mouth while twisting and pinching the other one. She tastes like the finest vanilla. It’s intoxicating.