Total pages in book: 163
Estimated words: 163540 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 818(@200wpm)___ 654(@250wpm)___ 545(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 163540 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 818(@200wpm)___ 654(@250wpm)___ 545(@300wpm)
“Oh.” I nearly have to run to keep up as my eyes dart around. “Is that why you wouldn’t kiss me inside?”
He nods once, and we arrive at a black sporty-looking car. He opens the door for me, and I get in. I look around at the black leather interior. It has that new car scent with all the bells and whistles inside. Wow, this thing is swanky.
He gets in, and without a word, he starts the car and pulls out into the traffic. Once alone, he grabs my hand and lifts it to his lips. He kisses me tenderly as his eyes come to me.
“That’s better.”
“Where are we going?” I ask.
His eyes go back to the road. “My place.”
“What’s wrong with my hotel?”
“Nothing,” he replies casually as he turns the corner. “It’s just safer at my house.”
I frown, safe from what? “Why do you have security now?”
“It’s a necessary evil.” His hand slides up my thigh and he inhales sharply. “Let’s talk about how fucking edible you look in that dress tonight.”
I smile and glance behind us to see the two cars trailing behind us. We drive on in silence. He seems lost in thought, and my mind is on the security cars behind us. Why are they here? Is he in danger of some kind? I turn again and look out the back window to make sure I’m not imagining it.
Two cars both filled with men trail at a safe distance behind. “Where do you live?” I ask
“In the Magenta District. It’s not far.”
The farther we drive away from the club, the more a little of my sanity returns.
Shit, what am I doing?
I told myself to stay away from him, yet here I am on my way to his house. I get a vision of us in that office and how incredibly hot he felt. How dominant he is… hard. Damn my body and her carnal needs.
Horny bitch.
He pulls into an underground parking lot and the cars pull in behind us. I feel like I’m in a James Bond movie or something. He parks the car, and then comes around to open my door.
The men get out of their cars and pretend not to look at me, although I can feel their assessing eyes.
“This way,” Rico says, void of emotion. I follow him into the elevator and the door shuts behind us. He instantly grabs my hand and smiles softly.
There he is…
“I don’t like you not touching me in public.”
“I don’t like not touching you.”
He leans in takes my face in both hands, and he kisses me. It’s soft, with just the right amount of suction. My feet nearly lift off the floor. He kisses me again as he begins to walk me backwards, and then the ping notifies us of our arrival.
The doors open up and Rico pulls me out. I look around in wonder. The elevator doors opened up directly into his apartment.
It’s huge with a mezzanine level upstairs. City lights twinkle through the expansive glass wall, and there’s a pool outside on the private terrace.
“This is your house?” I whisper, wide-eyed.
“Yes.” He puts his hands into his pockets, giving me time to look around and get my bearings. “Do you want the tour?”
I nod, suddenly too nervous to speak.
He pulls me through the foyer and down a few dark timber stairs.
“Living area,” he says. I look around in wonder. There are navy and chocolate slouchy leather couches, a huge bluestone fireplace, and beautiful colored artwork. We walk through double timber doors.
“Dining area.” A beautiful pale wood dining table that seats twelve sits in the middle of the room. “Kitchen.” The kitchen doesn’t even look like a kitchen. It looks like an exotic restaurant that you would see in a travel brochure. Chunky metal light fittings hang from the ceiling, and large benches take up the floor space.
“Did you pick all the furnishings?” I ask him.
He smiles softly as if imagining what I must see through my eyes. “Yes.”
What are you doing here, Olivia? This is out of your league.
His eyes come to mine. “Do you want to see my bedroom?”
Butterflies flutter deep in my stomach. “I don’t know, do I?”
He steps forward and takes my face in his hands. “Your body told me earlier that you do.”
“You shouldn’t listen to her. She’s…” I stop talking, distracted by his big lips that are suddenly on mine.
“She’s… what?” he breathes.
“She’s good to go and trying to get me into trouble.”
He chuckles, and it’s deep and raspy. “I like that about her.
“She doesn’t know what’s good for her.”
His eyes dance with mischief. “I have no doubt about that.” He kisses me again. “Although, I’m sure she knows what does feel good.” He gently bites my bottom lip and stretches it out. My sex contracts at the feel of his teeth on my skin.