Total pages in book: 135
Estimated words: 129027 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 645(@200wpm)___ 516(@250wpm)___ 430(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 129027 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 645(@200wpm)___ 516(@250wpm)___ 430(@300wpm)
“Aw fuck.” He pulls his mouth from mine, only to start landing kisses in a searing line down my throat. “Say it again,” he demands raggedly.
“What? Please?”
“My name.”
“Isaak,” I whisper.
He rumbles deep in his chest. His chest is so wide. I feel so safe pressed against it. Safe and needy.
So I try it again. “Isaak, take me to the room.”
Behind us, the elevator pings again, and Isaak barely drags himself away from me as the doors open. This time, it’s to haul me down the hallway.
He slams the keycard against the door, shoves it open, and, in an apparent fuck you or don’t you wish to whoever might have come out of the elevator behind us, drags me forward and starts kissing me again before the door is even closed.
TWENTY
ISAAK
My hands are full of hot, willing woman, and I’m not sure exactly how they got that way. There will be consequences. You don’t fall into bed with someone like Kira Roberts without consequences. I will crush you, her father’s voice rings helpfully in my ear.
But besides that, she’s my client. My charge. How exactly am I supposed to be protecting her if I’ve got my back to the door and my cock doing all my thinking for me?
Lips still locked on hers, I fumble behind me for the door lock. I flip it and yank the swing bar lock closed. There. We’re on the sixteenth floor, so I don’t think anyone’s gonna rappel in through the window. Plus, if that blonde lady from tonight was making the threats, maybe we solved it.
Job could be done. Maybe that’s why she’s kissing me now. Cause she thinks we’re through?
The idea makes me feel crazy, even though I’m happy if she’s out of danger. I’m just not ready to be through with Kira Roberts yet.
“What exactly are we doing?” I ask as I reach behind her for the zipper to get the rest of this fancy gown off. I undo the little catch at the top, then unzip it in one long swipe.
Kira gasps a little as the gown falls down around her. She breaks from my lips long enough to say, “Yes, boundaries,” and climbs out of where it’s pooled at her ankles, the corset part still attached. “That’s good. We should set some.”
I barely get a peek of her round curves in the sweetest little fucking cream-colored silk lacey bra and panties before she full-on leaps, arms and legs wrapping around me.
Jesus Christ, I’ve missed having a woman wrapped around me. And even then, it’s never been this. It’s never been her.
But then she’s kissing me and dragging her fingers over my scalp in a way that makes me fucking crazy. My cock pulses in my pants.
“How do you like it?” I ask urgently, stopping myself from shoving my pants down and burying my straining cock in the sweet little pussy I can feel wriggling against my belly. If she’s one of those women who wants it real slow and sweet, with lots of foreplay, then that’s what I’ll—
“Dirty,” she says in my ear, biting at the lobe. “My boundaries are I want it dirty.”
I chuckle and grab her ass on impulse at the word, a thousand fantasies flooding my brain. My cock wants her mouth on it. Wants her to swallow it and choke, her saliva flooding down to my balls.
My hand collars her throat and I slowly push her against the wall. “Don’t play with me, Red, because I’ll give you what you ask for.”
Her bra-constrained chest heaves toward me, and she digs her nails into my scalp, eyes glaring in challenge. “Good. Because I need something fucking real after tonight. You saw my world, where I’m treated like a porcelain doll. Everyone’s too busy telling me what to do to listen to a fucking word I say.”
“Well, I’m listening. But I don’t think you understand fucking dirty like a military man fucks dirty.”
She arches a challenging eyebrow at me. “Then why don’t you show me tonight? Why do you think I’ve really been going to Carnal all these weeks? I’m tired of vanilla. I want some goddamned excitement before I’m shackled to an idiot who can’t even get it up.”
I bare my teeth at her. “You’re still going to marry that prick?” God that makes me fucking crazy. When she grabbed me at the elevator, I hoped it meant she was coming to her senses. Not that we— Just that I could be her first rebound fuck.
“I don’t do relationships,” I warn her.
She laughs. “I literally just told you I’m going to get married in eight weeks. Who said anything about a relationship?” Her eyes flash. “I want to get fucked. So what are you going to do about it?”
I swear my vision goes red when she talks like that. Sweet, vulnerable, but wanting it dirty? Fuck. “How about I make you swallow the cock of a real man?”