Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 34735 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 174(@200wpm)___ 139(@250wpm)___ 116(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34735 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 174(@200wpm)___ 139(@250wpm)___ 116(@300wpm)
Fuck. Shit. Bad fucking timing.
He was pissed off.
Breaking from the kiss, he grabbed Fay’s hand and moved toward the back of the shower stall.
“Everywhere is locked,” she said, sounding a little breathless, and it turned him on. He’d caused that. Fay was all his.
Did she even realize what she’d done tonight? What she had caused? By coming here, her single days were now over. There was no one else for her to date. She now belonged to him.
There was only so much restraint he could show, and it had been used up.
Getting to the exit in the changing rooms, he kicked the bottom and hit the bar, which moved.
Gus, the man running this operation, always showed him the exit route. It was what he’d demanded from the moment he started fighting.
With Fay at his side, he didn’t let go of her hand. He took off, going to the site where Gus was already waiting, holding out a brown envelope. Neither of them spoke as Blaze took his money, nodded at him, and ran off.
Talking was overrated, and the cops would keep on coming until they thought they found their culprit.
Blaze ran down the street, heading toward his car. He never parked close to the fight.
Fay kept up with him, and he smiled. His woman loved wearing boots as opposed to heels. It was a good thing because he wouldn’t have been able to cope with her body in heels.
After getting into the car, he grabbed his shirt from the backseat. He never left anything to chance. He only ever arrived with himself, exactly how he intended to walk out of the ring.
He slid it on, but then jerked his chair back.
“Get on,” he said.
“What? Why aren’t you driving away?” She panted a little.
“If I drive away, the cops will get my license plate, and they’ll come sniffing around. If it looks like I’m making out with my girlfriend, then there’s nothing to it.”
“What? You want me to—”
“Straddle my fucking dick, Fay, now!” He snapped the last part out, and she didn’t argue with him.
From how awkward she was climbing on his lap, he knew she hadn’t done this. He had to lift her dress up, and then angle her hips, drawing her pussy right against his pants. He was rock-hard, and he wanted inside her.
Staring up into her eyes, he couldn’t look away, didn’t want to.
Fay was his. The time for waiting was over. She would belong to him.
Chapter Two
Fay’s entire body had been on high alert since the moment Blaze had kissed her. No, before that. When he’d made sure there was no distance between them. His whole body pressed against hers, and she felt the evidence of his dick.
Holy crap.
That couldn’t have been happening.
Only it had.
Then the kiss. She’d been kissed before but never like that. Even now, her lips tingled, but then, he’d kissed her again.
“Where are we going?” she asked.
That alarm had brought an end to the best kiss of her life, and then they’d been running. When he asked her to straddle him, she thought she was going mad. He’d ordered her to sit on his dick, and she’d felt him against her pussy. The panties didn’t feel strong enough to keep that rock-hard length out.
They’d been making out because Blaze had gripped the back of her neck and tugged her down, closing the distance between them. He kissed her hard, making love to her mouth. She couldn’t think clearly.
The cops had come and knocked on the window. They had shone their flashlight at her, and she’d cried out, sinking into Blaze’s shoulder, and he’d taken care of it.
Telling them sorry, but he’d taken his woman out to dinner, and she’d looked way too sexy in her boots, and he couldn’t resist making his sweet girlfriend be a little naughtier. While the cops looked, she had to climb off his lap, trying not to show off her panties. She’d been blushing like mad.
“Blaze, this isn’t where I live.” She had to get home to … think. To try to understand everything that had happened tonight. But he wasn’t heading to her home. Far from it.
From the direction they were going, they were headed to his apartment.
“I know.”
“Then take me back.”
“No.”
“This is kidnapping.”
“Is your pussy soaking wet?” he asked.
His question took her completely by surprise. “What?”
“You heard me.” He reached over and put his fingers on her knee.
It would have been so easy to push him off, but she was curious as to what he was getting at.
Slowly, he slid his fingers up the inside of her leg. She didn’t stop him, expecting him to, but he didn’t. She cried out as his finger pressed against her panties.
What was with him tonight? She didn’t get it.
“I see you’re soaking wet, just as I knew you would be.” He released a chuckle at the same time he removed his finger. Her face was on fire.