Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 56180 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 281(@200wpm)___ 225(@250wpm)___ 187(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56180 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 281(@200wpm)___ 225(@250wpm)___ 187(@300wpm)
I slide into the car beside her, and the driver, separated by a partition, pulls away.
"That wouldn't take much convincing," she murmurs.
I place my hand on her knee, gliding up her thigh, pushing her dress aside to touch her bare, silky skin. She moans softly, glancing up at me, then gesturing toward the driver.
"I use this car for important business meetings," I explain. "The driver can't hear or see us unless we use the intercom. Some people in this business are extremely cautious."
"It's still probably not a good idea to get all excited before dinner," she whispers.
"I understand. But not touching you... it's like starving and finding a juicy burger and somehow resisting taking a bite."
She giggles. "I'm a burger, am I?"
"You're my juicy burger."
I lean down, gently bite her leg, then slowly trail kisses up her thigh. I push the fabric of her dress aside. She moans as I kiss closer to her center, but I stop when I'm mere centimeters away. I sit up, shuddering.
"Are you okay?" she pants, adjusting her dress.
"It's all fun and games until I catch the primal scent of your perfect pussy."
"A scent?" she says, laughing.
"You heard me, and there's nothing funny about it," I say. "I caught a whiff of your gorgeous essence, and it awakened something within me. It made me want to tear off your clothes and bury myself inside you, take you deep and hard. Damn. I need to stop."
She runs her hand across her heaving chest as if desperate for contact. "Yeah, you really do..."
Soon, we arrive at the restaurant. "Remind me to behave up there."
"I'll try," she mutters quietly, as if unsure which of us needs the reminder more.
We ride the elevator up to the one hundred and sixth floor of the Stratosphere Tower together. Since we're alone, I can't resist wrapping my arms around her and kissing her neck, breathing in her scent.
"Good choice," I say.
She moans as I kiss her again. "Good... choice?"
"The perfume."
"I'm not wearing perfume."
"That's simply your natural scent?" I growl.
She shifts against me. "I guess so..."
When the elevator opens, I walk inside, nodding to the host, gently pressing Sera's lower back when she moves toward the line.
"Don't we have to wait?" she asks.
"Being a billionaire has certain benefits," I tell her.
She gasps. "Did you just say billionaire... with a b?"
So much for being mysterious. "Forget I said that." I smirk as I pull out her chair.
"Yeah, right," she murmurs.
I sit opposite her, gesturing to the wide windows. "It rotates completely every eighty minutes. If you look closely, you can see it drifting. It offers a view of the entire area. Look at all those lights, Sparkplug."
She gazes out at the sparkling lights of Vegas and beyond, a wide smile spreading across her face.
"Champagne?" I ask. "Or something lighter this time?"
"Something lighter," she says, nodding.
"Then I'll be good too," I reply. "Plus, I need to stay sharp for work."
We order sparkling water, and the waiter leaves us with the food menu. When I take out my phone, Sera looks offended... until she reads the text I've sent.
Luke: I want to dirty talk to you so badly. Tell you how I want to tear down that dress and feast on your perfect body. But I can't risk anybody hearing, because the thought of anyone else thinking of you like that drives me crazy.
She bites her lip as she reads it, then types quickly.
Sera: What if I want to touch you? Rub you? Make you hard like I did on the elevator? What if I want to grind my plump ass against you, huh?
Luke: I'm getting hard just thinking about it. FUCK. You're so hot.
She smiles, rolling her eyes. "So, how was work?"
We're playing a game now: half civilized, half savage.
"You don't want to hear about work," I tell her.
"Something bad must be happening if you worked all night."
I sigh. "Are you sure you want to open this can of worms?" I type out a reply.
Luke: I'd much rather climb under the table, tear off your underwear with my teeth, then push my mouth against you. I'd suck your clit and lick your entrance to taste your sweetness.
I love how easily I can read the desire in her features. "This is better than my novels," she mutters. "But yeah, you better talk to me about work... Because everything else seems to lead there."
By 'there,' she means the land of pure, hot desire.
"Our self-driving car has gone rogue like HAL in 2001: A Space Odyssey," I say. "Somebody sabotaged the code, waited until we were in Vegas, then activated it, I assume."
Her pale green eyes widen. "I am so dumb."
"Don't say that," I snap. "You're incredibly intelligent."
"You're Luke Cross."
"That's my name, yeah."
"Luke freaking Cross. As in, NeuroDrive Luke Cross. As in, the owner of the biggest electronic and self-driving car company in the world."