Series: Werewolves of Wall Street Series by Renee Rose
Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 94820 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 474(@200wpm)___ 379(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94820 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 474(@200wpm)___ 379(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
Billy’s Porsche is parked a block away, and he stops in front of the passenger side without opening the door. “You think I’m afraid you’ll steal something?” He sounds offended. Whether it’s on my behalf or his, I can’t be sure.
I raise my brows.
He catches one of my wrists in one hand, then the other, and tugs them so my palms are facing out. His thumbs press into my palms, and he starts massaging. “I’m not afraid of anything, Silver. Least of all, you stealing from me. If you wanted to rob me, I suspect you’d do it while I watched to flaunt it in my face rather than sneak something out after I left.”
That wrings a smile out of me. His smoldering gaze and rumbling tone make it sound like he admires that trait in me. He enjoys our sparring as much as I do.
“And if anyone ever nanny cams you showering, I will rip his fucking eyeballs out and stuff them down his throat.”
A wash of heat rolls over my body. “That’s…hot,” I manage to croak in surprise. I didn’t take him for a man of passionate crimes. I look up at his face. What seemed haughty before now appears achingly handsome–the firm line of his stubbled jaw, the smoky blue gaze framed by impossibly thick dark lashes. Yes, he’s cocky, but when all that self-confidence is aimed in my direction, I can see the appeal. This new perspective makes it harder to maintain the barrier of resistance I’ve been holding up against him.
I reach up and pull his head down to mine for a kiss. His hand curls around the back of my head, and his tongue lunges into my mouth. He tastes of whiskey. His lips are soft except where the stubble on his upper lip scrapes my skin.
My ass bumps against the door of his car, and he presses me there, one hand sliding down my hip to grip my thigh and pull it up and open.
I hear a short yip from inside the car, and we pull apart. “You brought Pepper?”
“Of course I did.“ He glares through the window, and I twist to see my little dog outside his carrier in the front passenger seat. Pepper’s little paws scratch the inside of the door as he stands on hind legs to look through the window at me.
Billy pulls back, releasing me from where he pinned me against the door, and opens it for me.
I pick up Pepper, but Billy takes him from my hands and sets his little paws on the asphalt.
“Don’t put him down! What if he runs?” I exclaim. He’s not on a leash or anything. I can’t believe Billy drove with him out of the carrier. It’s so dangerous.
Billy ignores me. “Pee there and get back inside,” he commands, as if the little dog understands him. As if Pepper won’t run off and make us chase him or get lost or run over or any of the things that could happen to a little dog in the city.
Strangely, Pepper does exactly as he’s told, lifting one leg to pee, and then bounding back in the car.
“In the backseat,” Billy growls. “Your mom sits there.”
Once more, Pepper obeys. It’s downright weird.
I climb in the car. “I guess you speak dog. He doesn’t listen to me like that.”
“I do.” Billy shuts the door and walks around to his side. He pulls his phone out and opens up a restaurant delivery app then hands it to me and starts the car. “Order us some food to be delivered to your place.”
A half dozen retorts flit through my head about how he’s being presumptuous in inviting himself over to my place, but I realize I love it. I love his take-chargeness, and I love that he would even want to come into my place.
I wouldn’t have imagined him ever setting foot through my door. But then I wouldn’t have imagined him entering the door of All Night either.
Most of all, I don’t say anything because I want this. I’ve had a taste of Billy White in bed, and it definitely wasn’t enough.
I scroll through the restaurant options. “What do you want to eat?” I ask.
He glances at me as he pulls into the street, and his eyes seem to glow under the street lights. “You.”
I smirk. No objections here. He eats pussy like a champ.
“Get what you want because I’ll be feasting on you tonight, Aubrey.”
Chapter Nineteen
Billy
The moment she brings me upstairs—with the dog smuggled under her shirt because, apparently, she’s not allowed to have pets—I start ripping her clothes off.
I’ve waited long enough for this. My self control is waning, and I am a man who normally controls every urge. I don’t let anything or anyone master me.
I toss her shirt on the floor as I back her in the direction of the bedrooms.