Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 24314 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 122(@200wpm)___ 97(@250wpm)___ 81(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24314 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 122(@200wpm)___ 97(@250wpm)___ 81(@300wpm)
“If it’s distracting you that much, I could tell you what will make it so it’s not standing at attention.”
“Does this type of approach usually work with the women in your life?”
I smirk. I could tell her that there haven’t been women in my life for a while, but that makes me sound pathetic, when the truth is no one has held my interest … at least until a street urchin with blond hair the color of sunshine tried to pickpocket me. Jesus, maybe I have lost my mind.
“You have no idea,” I tell her, not lying, but leading her to believe she’s just one of many.
“Then no wonder,” she huffs.
“No wonder?”
“It’s no wonder you felt the need to blackmail me for company if the women in your life are all so stupid.”
“You think a woman would have to be stupid to want to fuck me?” I ask, willing her to keep that little smart mouth coming at me. She has no idea who she is dealing with, or the fact that it turns me on.
But she will…
“I didn’t say that, but since you mentioned it…” She shrugs, not finishing.
“You really shouldn’t call yourself names, Macy.”
“I didn’t. What—”
“We both know I can prove easily how much you want me right now.” I lower my gaze to her chest. “If your nipples get any harder, they’re going to rip through that shirt you’re wearing. So, does that mean you think you’re stupid because you’re dying to fuck me?”
“I am not.”
“How wet are you right now, Macy? Why do I get the feeling you’d drench my cock the second I got between your legs?”
She gasps as if stunned I’ve said such a thing. Hell, I’m shocked I’m being this brazen with her.
“Because you’re delusional,” she mutters, refusing to look me in the eyes again. If her face got any redder, she’d glow in the dark.
I want to fuck her, make her admit how much she wants me. Instead, I stand back up and face her, thinking about getting dressed so as not to make her any more uncomfortable. Then again, I like this banter between us.
Soon, however, I won’t let her get away. Soon, I’m going to claim her and put both of us out of our misery.
For now, this is fun.
Macy
He is insane, but he’s also telling the truth. I’m so wet my panties are soaked, and the uncomfortable feeling having the material rub against my oversensitive pussy is driving me crazy. My nipples are hard as rock, pressing against my shirt, betraying how I really feel.
He’s looking down at me, still completely naked, but I’m refusing to look back down at his impressive cock, even though the truth is I want to.
Braden’s got this arrogant smirk on his face, which has me narrowing my eyes and gritting my teeth. He’s used to getting what he wants, that’s very obvious. Well, he’ll come to find out soon enough that I’m also used to getting what I want, and I’m stubborn as hell.
If he wants to play this game, I’m more than willing.
I push myself off the bed, tilt my neck back and look at his face. He’s so much taller than me, so masculine and big, but I force myself not to show any kind of outward reaction. He may be able to see my body’s reaction, the stiffness of my nipples, the change in my breathing, but I refuse to verbally admit I want him.
His ass needs to be knocked down a few notches.
It’s clear Braden probably has women falling at his feet, dropping their panties, and turning around to grab their ankles. Well, not this girl. He’s going to have to chase me, work for what he wants.
I slowly let a small smile spread across my face, and for just a second I see his eyes widen, as if he’s surprised I’m acting pleasant.
It’s all part of the game, baby.
But, just as quickly, that hard mask he wears is back in place, that cocky smirk making another appearance. I glance up at him from under my lashes, giving him this innocent little look, making him think he’s controlling the situation, calling the shots. Little does he know, I don’t roll over for anyone, least of all an arrogant businessman who’s used to snapping his fingers and getting his way.
“Do you think you know what I want?” I say softly and watch as he lowers his gaze to my lips. I lick them, as if it’s an involuntary move, as if I’m nervous to be around him.
The truth is, he’s playing right into my hands.
He slowly lifts his gaze back to my eyes, this hardened expression covering him once more. “I think you’re easy enough to read, Macy.” The confidence in his voice is obnoxious.
I can play hard to get. I can have him putty in my damn hands.