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)
“What’s your name?” I ask, my gaze sweeping over him, not because I really care that much, but because I feel Caesar getting closer and know that my eyes on another man would be driving him insane.
“I’m Jarrod,” he murmurs, inching closer. “And you?”
Caesar’s hand snaps around the base of my throat, and I smile as his thumb brushes over my jaw, forcing me to turn my full attention back on him. “Mine,” he growls, making my knees go weak.
He steps in so close that I don’t even see Jarrod around him, don’t even know if he’s still there. All that matters is getting closer, feeling his body against mine, tasting his lips, and letting him drown me in nothing but pure, unadulterated pleasure.
His lips come down on mine, kissing me deeply as his strong arm weaves around my back, holding me up, and with every swipe of his tongue into my mouth, the desire grows until it’s pooling between my thighs.
“Awww, hellcat,” he groans against my lips, his eyes full of fire. “I’m going to fuck that attitude right out of you.”
“Take me,” I beg.
Caesar lifts me into his arms, and I wrap my legs around his waist, my lips locked onto his, not even caring where he’s taking me. He could fuck me right here in front of Jarrod, and I wouldn’t even care, just as long as that thick, long cock was buried inside me, everything would be right in the world.
He takes me to one of his favorite private booths, and when he settles me on my feet, I expect him to whisk me away, to drag me down to the floor and have his wicked way with me. Only he pulls away from me, leaving me desperately panting as he moves across the small booth and casually sits down, acting as though he’s not as desperate for me as I am for him.
I stand as he makes himself comfortable on the cushion, his knees spread as he relaxes back, looking as though he has all the time in the world. Though I suppose he does. There’s no rush here. We can take all night and into the morning if we need.
“Strip for me,” he rumbles in that deep, intoxicating tone.
A grin cuts across my lips, and as I stand before him, I lift my fingers to my shoulder, pinching the thin strap of my silk top. “You mean like this?” I ask in a shy tone, though he and I know damn well there’s not a shy bone in my body.
I start pushing it off my shoulder, watching as Caesar tracks the movement, nodding his head as a growl of appreciation rumbles through his chest. “Yes, hellcat. Just like that.”
The fabric falls until the strap catches at my elbow, exposing the full curve of my breast, and just because I know how much he loves it, I brush my fingers over my exposed skin, my nipple pebbled and wanting, desperate for his undivided attention.
Moving across to the other side, I push the other thin strap down just as slowly, and once it falls, I let the rest of the silky top go with it, exposing my whole top half. “More?” I ask.
“Yes.”
My fingers skim across my breast, trail down over the curve before dropping to my waist. My heart races as I find the delicate zipper of my black miniskirt. “This too?”
“Remove it.”
My tongue rolls over my bottom lip, my core pulsing with a deep need as I slowly pull the zipper down before finally hooking my fingers into the top and pushing it down over my hips. Only as it lowers, I slowly turn, facing away from him as my breath catches in my throat. Then, glancing over my shoulder and watching him intently, I start to bend, lowering the miniskirt right to the ground until my fingers are at my toes, and his heated gaze is locked right on my center.
Caesar groans, adjusting his cock in his pants, and I grin, but as I start to make my way toward him, he shakes his head, bringing me to a dead stop as that wicked gaze roams over my naked body.
“Crawl to me.”
Well shit.
I drop to my knees as though his words were a command, and without skipping a beat, I crawl to him, giving him exactly what he wants. For a moment, I thought I won this round, but I realize that I haven’t won a damn thing. I might be playing the game, but Caesar is the one pulling the strings.
Slowly making my way to him, I don’t stop until I’m right between his open thighs, my hungry stare locked on his as I bite down on my bottom lip, patiently awaiting his eager instructions.
“Good girl,” he praises, making the wildest thrill shoot through me as he reaches forward and grabs my chin, his fingers so soft against my skin. “Now, worship me like I’m your fucking God.”