Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 25941 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 130(@200wpm)___ 104(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25941 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 130(@200wpm)___ 104(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
I pull away from the sidewalk and begin to drive again. It’s quiet for a long moment before I look into the back through the rearview mirror. Nadia is watching me carefully, and I see that her cheeks are pink. Did me yelling at Kyle turn her on?
I know I shouldn’t want her the way I do, and even now I’m telling myself to stop. But one look at those pretty doe eyes and I’m a man with needs. Needs that she’s drawn to the surface.
“Be a good girl and spread those knees again, little flower.”
Chapter Five
NADIA
“Mr. Insley?” There is no way I heard him correctly.
I must have somehow made up what he said because there’s no way those words came out of his mouth. My mind began to spin when he scolded Kyle, but the firmness in his tone did something to my body. I thought I felt some kind of dominance in his texts to me, but I dismissed it as seeing something that wasn’t there. He didn’t text me the rest of the day, and I was confident that I’d read them all wrong. Now I’m not so sure.
“You heard what I said. I don’t enjoy repeating myself.”
A rush of hot desire soaks my panties, and I have to hold back a gasp. Who knew the tone of someone’s voice could be so alluring? My body responds to him in a way I’m not fully understanding.
I glance down and realize my skirt has ridden up my thighs, and my legs are only barely parted.
“I’m waiting,” Walsh prompts, and I sink my teeth into my bottom lip.
Without making him wait another second, I spread my thighs wider and watch my skirt continue to bunch up. In the mirror, his eyes drop lower, and I feel the heat of his stare between my legs.
Oh god, what kind of panties did I put on today? I’d been in such a hurry I hadn’t thought about it when I’d gotten dressed. I bet they are my stupid cotton ones even though I have some that are prettier. I bought them when my sister and I went shopping, but I hardly wear them. I always thought what’s the point because no one sees them. At least I thought no one would be seeing them.
Walsh makes a sound like a painful grunt before he looks back at the road. “Keep them open,” he orders as he pulls away from the curb.
As I sit there doing as I’m told, I feel the wet material of my panties cling to me, and my clit begins to throb. Every so often, Walsh’s eyes move to the mirror, then back to the road. When he rolls to a stop at the next light, he turns his head, and this time he looks directly at the space between my open legs.
“You’re wet, Nadia.” He licks his lips, and I open my mouth, but no words come out. “You don’t have to tell me.” He nods to what I assume are my drenched panties. “I see it for myself.”
After that, he turns back, and the light changes to green. It takes me a few seconds to figure out that Walsh doesn’t turn down my street but keeps driving right past it.
“Where are we going?” My voice sounds foreign in my ears.
“Are your sister and her husband home?” he asks, and I shake my head.
“They’re out for an event tonight in the city.” I hear Walsh mutter a curse under his breath.
“And what about the driver that was to pick you up?”
“I told him I got a ride.” I’d texted him right when we’d gotten into the car so he wasn’t rushing to pick me up and could deal with the flat tire.
“Nadia, Nadia, Nadia.” He repeats my name, shaking his head. “You just told me that no one is going to be wondering where you are for the rest of the night. That’s very naïve of you.”
I don’t know if he’s trying to scare me into realizing the predicament I’ve put myself in, but it’s not working. Scared is the very last thing I feel right now.
“I’m not naïve. I'm just not experienced.” My cheeks heat at admitting that. I’m sure he’s used to women who know what they’re doing, and although I’m so out of my depth right now, I don’t care. At this moment I’d let myself drown for him. My need for whatever is happening outweighs everything else and I’m lost in a lust-filled haze.
“I know, little flower, but you are naïve. You came into my home all alone without knowing what could happen.”
“Kyle didn’t force himself on me.” He might have been pushy, but he stormed off. His ego was damaged more than anything.
“I would kill him.” I swear the air inside the vehicle thickens, and there’s a flutter of excitement in my stomach. “But I wasn’t talking about him.” His eyes go to the mirror again to get another look between my legs. “You were all alone with me.”