Total pages in book: 137
Estimated words: 127201 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 636(@200wpm)___ 509(@250wpm)___ 424(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 127201 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 636(@200wpm)___ 509(@250wpm)___ 424(@300wpm)
I sip on my Moscato, my legs crossed beneath the bar as Caesar sits across the VIP floor, his gaze so heavy on mine that I feel it like lasers on my back, roaming over my skin as though he’s picturing the very way he wants to peel my outfit off me, piece by piece.
Resisting him over these past weeks has been the hardest thing I’ve ever done, and if it weren’t for graduating college, officially moving out of my apartment, and starting a new job in my field as a junior child psychologist, I surely would have cracked.
He’s been my whole world and has more than proven that we have so much together beyond our sexual relationship. He worships me, treats me like his queen, and gives me the support every woman has ever dreamed of finding in her man. He makes me feel alive, valued, and beautiful, while also being the one to make my body scream with undeniable need. He’s the whole damn package, and I’ve never been so lucky to call someone mine.
There’s no denying it. I love him more than my own life.
It’s almost comical to think we could have ever made it through without breaking that ridiculous little vow. We were doomed from the moment our eyes met across this very club.
With thirty seconds left of our countdown, I swivel on the barstool, turning to face Caesar directly. His gaze is locked on mine before I’ve even made myself comfortable, and I let my thighs open just a fraction, showing him that I accidentally forgot my underwear. I quickly cross my legs and lift my Moscato to my lips as though I didn’t just bring him to his knees.
His eyes blaze with a fiery need, and as a deep ache appears in my core, I squeeze my thighs, desperately trying to find relief, but this isn’t my first rodeo. When it comes to Caesar Di Rozé, the only relief I will ever get is when his mouth is closed over my cunt and his tongue is driving me wild.
Fifteen seconds.
My heart races, and my palms begin to grow sweaty just taking in the intensity in his dark eyes. I don’t know how he does it. He’s too much. Too wild. Too incredible. I’ve more than met my match.
Needing him to feel the pressure the same way I am, I let my finger dance across skin, gently brushing past my collarbone and down through my cleavage, watching the way his gaze tracks every single movement.
He’s on the edge, just as I am. The only question is, who breaks first?
Five seconds.
My chest starts to heave as he adjusts himself in his seat, taking hold of his whiskey and lifting it to his lips, finishing off what’s left in his glass. His jaw clenches, his free hand balling into a fist, and just as my fingers drop to the apex of my thighs—
Beep. Beep. Beep.
I grin.
The sound of my alarm rocks through my chest, and even from across the club, I know he hears it just as loudly as I do. We’ve both waited on bated breath for this moment.
The anticipation is nearly killing me, and just as I lean back toward the bar and silence my alarm, Caesar gets to his feet, more than ready to stride over here and get the show on the road. Only, I can’t possibly resist the urge to tease him.
Placing my empty glass down on the bar, I hold Caesar’s stare and get to my feet, watching the exact moment his brow arches in question. This isn’t part of our usual routine. He comes to get me and leads me away to an unknown place full of secrets and desire, but tonight, it’s not going to be that easy.
A wicked smirk cuts across my face, and as he strides closer, I shift my attention to the delicious man sitting at the opposite end of the bar. He’s been trying to get my attention for the past twenty minutes but failing miserably. Though that’s not his fault, he’s certainly gorgeous, the kind of man any woman would want one wild night with in a spicy club, but with Caesar in my life, there’s no competition.
I stride right up to him, and as I get closer, he gets to his feet, rising to his full height. I have to admit, it’s impressive. “Hi,” I say with a flirty smile, almost feeling bad that I’m playing him, but every game must have a pawn, and unfortunately for him, he’s mine tonight. Though I don’t feel that bad. With his boyish smirk and dreamy eyes, he’ll find another girl in no time.
His hand immediately falls to my waist, and I have to give him credit, he’s bold. I like that in a man. “Can I buy you a drink?”