Total pages in book: 204
Estimated words: 193115 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 966(@200wpm)___ 772(@250wpm)___ 644(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 193115 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 966(@200wpm)___ 772(@250wpm)___ 644(@300wpm)
“Are you asking or demanding?”
“I’m asking,” Make the most of it. “But if you give me the wrong answer, I’m sure I can think of something to change your mind.” I’m rolling over all the ways right now, listing and filing them for future reference. Something tells me I’m going to need them.
“I’ll spend the night with you.”
Of course she’s spending the night with me, I can literally taste her want, and since she’s being so acquiescent, let’s see how far I can push this. “Tomorrow night?”
“Yes.”
Oh, she is making me a very happy man. She won’t regret it. “Take the day off.”
“No,” she fires quickly. I’ve reached my limit. Too bad for her, there is no limit. But for the sake of my sanity . . .
“What about Friday evening?” I need clear and concise arrangements between us.
“I’ve arranged to go out with Kate on Friday night.”
“Cancel.” It’s out of my big fat gob before I can hold it back, and she balks at my abruptness. I can’t abide the thought of her out drinking. That’s your problem, Ward. Not hers.
“I’m going out to have a few drinks,” she says with a pretty formidable glare. “You can’t stop me from seeing my friends, Jesse.”
Out for a few drinks? I’ve seen Ava after a few drinks. “How many is ‘a few drinks’?” I’ve said I’ll have a few drinks before. Next minute, I’m unconscious after fucking my way through The Manor. But she’s not you.
“I don’t know.” She looks so bloody confused by my twenty questions. “That depends on how I feel.”
She should take a leaf out of my book. Go T-total. It’s liberating. Refreshing. Knowing what I’m doing every second—even losing my fucking mind—is oddly nice. Shit, how do I deal with this? “I don’t want you out drinking without me,” I grate. Her safety is a good enough reason. The other reasons are of no consequence.
“That’s a bit of bad luck, isn’t it?”
Not really, baby, because you won’t be drinking. “We’ll see.” Is she smiling? She finds this funny? I stare her down, intent on maintaining the displeasure but, in truth, her sass drives me wild in more ways than one. It turns me on. How she tries to fight me. How she invites the inevitable, almost as if she wants me to take charge. Fine by me.
“You like?” I hear Luigi say, but nothing would make me look away from the challenge in Ava’s eyes.
“Great, Luigi.” I can barely talk with the lust clogging my throat. “Thank you.” I narrow my eyes further as Ava melts me with her blazing stare. She’s egging me on. And fuck, I’m game.
“The bill, please, Luigi.” Get her home. Get her naked. Get her in bed.
Luigi, God love that man, is back in a flash. I stuff my hand in my pocket and toss a pile of cash down, then claim her.
“We’re going.” My dick is beginning to weep, my heart is bashing relentlessly. I’ve never been so desperate to be inside a woman. Kissing her. Showing her.
“Are you in a hurry?” she asks, her feet moving fast as I guide her out of the restaurant.
“Yes.” I spin her and thrust her up against the side of my Aston, rolling my groin into her, demonstrating my rock-hard situation. My forehead on hers, I pant, and she’s right there with me. “I’m going to fuck you until you’re seeing stars, Ava.” I thrust forward, and she moans. “You won’t be going to work tomorrow because you won’t be able to walk.” That’s a promise. “Get in the car.” She doesn’t move, can’t move. She’s useless. Needs me to help her.
I open the door and deposit her in my car, and as I’m rounding the back to get in, my mobile rings. I laugh sardonically, leaving it in my pocket. It’ll be John or Sarah, or someone else that’ll beckon me away. No. Wild horses won’t get me away. Whatever it is, whoever it is, can wait.
Tonight, I’m all hers, and she is all mine.
24
I’m so intolerant of the other drivers on the road. Throbbing behind my jeans. Impatient to get her back to Lusso. It’s a short journey, but the longest fucking drive ever. My Aston is bursting at the seams with sexual tension, so much so, I’m forced to crank the aircon up to circulate some air.
I glance across to Ava. I shouldn’t have. She’s rigid, her fingers clawing at the seat by her thighs, her chest expanding on every inhale. Not in all my time frequenting the rooms of The Manor have I seen a woman so hungry for me. And that’s a feat on her part. I’m not being a conceited twat. I’m being real. She’s so into me, desperate for me, set to beg for me, this beautiful, normal, pure, real, young woman, and that turns me on like nothing else.