Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 92140 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 461(@200wpm)___ 369(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92140 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 461(@200wpm)___ 369(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
I gave her a menacing glare. “I’m taking my pity point back.”
She tossed her head back and laughed, while I entertained unholy thoughts about my mouth on her throat and my hand up her dress. “Sorry,” she said, trying to compose herself. “I couldn’t resist. But I’m not giving back the pity point. I want a perfect ten.”
Perfect ten. That described her to a T.
The bartender came over and asked if we’d like another round.
Millie sighed. “I shouldn’t. I make very questionable decisions if I have three drinks. And I’ve got an early flight tomorrow.”
“We’re all set,” I told the bartender. “Just the check.” He returned a moment later and set it in front of me.
“Are you sure you won’t let me pay?” Millie asked. I wondered if that was a nickname, short for something else.
“I’m sure.”
“You know, I really do need to thank you.” Her voice was sincere. “I was in a terrible mood earlier. You not only rescued me from a jerk, but you lifted my spirits.”
“Why were you in a terrible mood?”
She smiled. “Look at you being curious.”
“Forget it.” I picked up a pen and signed the check.
“Oh, come on.” She poked my arm. “Don’t get grouchy on me now. I was just feeling a little unlucky is all. Things haven’t been going my way lately.”
“Well, if it makes you feel any better, you did not look like you were having a bad night when you walked in here.”
“You watched me walk in?”
Words tumbled out before I could stop them. “I couldn’t take my eyes off you.”
“Why?”
“Why?” I laughed. Did she really not know how beautiful she was?
“Yes.” She leaned toward me, placing one hand on my leg. “Why?”
I rubbed the back of my neck, taking a time out. However I answered this would likely determine the rest of the night.
Option A: I could do the right thing—the one that kept her safe with me—and say something complimentary but not provocative. Something that would effectively end this standoff with a polite handshake before I went back to my room alone and jerked off while I fantasized about her.
Option B: I could say something obnoxious about wanting to take her back to my room and fuck her with my tongue.
I looked at her hand on my leg and wanted one thing.
I looked in those sweet amber eyes and felt guilty about it.
In the end, I went for something in between.
“Because it’s been a long time since a woman took my breath away.”
Her heart-shaped mouth fell open. Her eyes smoldered. “My heart is beating so fast right now,” she whispered.
I glanced at her chest—a mistake.
Should I invite her to my room, even after telling her she was safe with me? Would she say yes because she was drunk? A guy had to be fucking careful about that. I didn’t know her at all—would she come after me in a month, accusing me publicly of taking advantage of her? In my line of work, I had to keep a spotless record.
But I wanted this perfect ten in my bed tonight.
“Would you like to continue this conversation in my room?” I asked quietly.
“That depends,” she said with a coquettish tilt of her head. “Earlier you mentioned I’d be safe with you. If I go up to your room, does that mean you’re going to keep your hands to yourself?”
“No. My hands will be all over your body.” Leaning closer, I put my lips against her ear. “My hands, my mouth, and my cock. Baby, if you say yes, you’re going to be up all fucking night.”
She sucked in her breath. “Yes. I say yes. Yes.”
For the second time that night, I grabbed her wrist.
The last vestiges of my gentlemanly control went extinct. My manners, which had been on glittering display at the bar, disappeared in a hurry. I shouldered people aside as I pulled her through the crowd. I punched the up arrow button five times in a row, hard. When someone attempted to get on the elevator with us, I stood in their way and growled, “Take the next one.” And the second the doors were closed behind us, I turned around and put Millie’s back against the wall.
With my mouth hovering less than an inch from hers, I slid one hand into her hair, gripping the back of her neck. I slipped the other hand inside the slit of her dress and ran it up the outside of her thigh. I could feel her breath on my lips.
“You are infuriatingly, indecently beautiful,” I told her. “And I might never forgive you for making me want you so badly.”
She put a hand over my cock, which strained against the denim. “Are you going to punish me for it?”
“Hard and repeatedly.”
The elevator dinged, and the doors slid open. I took her hand and strode down the hallway so fast she could hardly keep up. My key card didn’t work the first two times, and I cursed with impatience. Did this fucking door not realize I was about to get laid for the first time in a year by the goddess standing beside me? I knew how to break into a hotel room, and I was about to do it when the light flashed green. I opened the door for Millie, hung the Do Not Disturb sign on the handle, and let it slam behind me.