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)
Zeph narrows his gaze as if trying to catch me out. “But?” he prompts.
I shrug my shoulders. “But nothing. You were great. Like a solid B. B plus.”
His eyes bug out of his head, horror flashing in his eyes. “WHAT? A B plus?” he demands. “Just last month I was with this girl who I turned into a super-soaker 3000. She didn’t even know she could do that. We were both fucking shocked. You can’t tell me that’s the work of a B plus.”
I laugh and step into Zeph. “Wow. A B plus turning the girl into the super-soaker 3000. Imagine what an A plus could do to her.”
Zeph gapes at me and shakes his head. “I need a fucking drink,” he says, striding out of the kitchen and toward his father’s private bar, leaving me behind with the very man who has done nothing but occupy my every thought.
I watch after Zeph, and as he disappears out of sight, I can’t help but wonder if my teasing comments might have crossed a line. “Do you think I took it too far?” I ask Caesar as he watches me with a deep curiosity.
“No, hellcat,” he says, pushing off the island counter and striding toward me. He steps right in front of me, his big body instantly crowding me and sending my nervous system into meltdown. My body buzzes with electricity, and when he lifts his hand and curls it around the back of my neck, my knees weaken. I have no choice but to brace my hand against his strong chest. “He can more than handle it. However, I am sure you will make it up to him.”
“Oh, I intend to,” I tell him, already planning a repeat performance of Zeph’s favorite activities, this time undisturbed by his delicious father. After all, I wouldn’t dream of knocking back his ego a third time in the same night. He needs a moment to lick his wounds first.
“Good,” Caesar rumbles. “Then I take it you won’t be coming down here in the middle of the night in nothing but a thong and my son’s shirt, pretending you’re hungry, but really hoping to seduce me instead.”
My jaw drops. “I really was hungry.”
His hand shifts from the back of my neck to the front and gently squeezes as his hypnotic stare holds me captive and sends me into overdrive. “You’re a terrible liar, Tilly Bardot. You came prancing down those stairs with the hopes to fuck me, didn’t you? You came looking for me, and if I wasn’t in the living room, you would have scoured every inch of my home until you found me. Isn’t that right?”
He squeezes my throat just a little, and I suck in a gasp, heat flooding my core and I nod. There’s no point denying it. He knows it just as clearly as I do. “Don’t act as though you hadn’t been waiting for me all night too. I might have been thirsty for it. But so were you.”
Caesar watches me just a moment longer, that intense stare eating me alive, and if he doesn’t stop soon, then surely I’m going to blow our little secret vow right out of the water because how the hell am I supposed to keep myself from falling in love with a man who looks at me like this?
“Meet me at Vixen tomorrow night,” he finally says. “10 p.m.”
“You really think that’s a good idea?”
“Getting to fuck you without limitations? Without the risk of my son walking in? Where I get to have you any way I want and destroy that sweet little cunt over and over again? Yes, hellcat. I think it’s a fan-fucking-tastic idea.”
Well, who the hell could argue with that logic?
“Okay,” I finally say, pushing against his chest to give me space to step out from his hold. He watches me as I walk away, and just as I make it to the edge of the living room, I stop and glance back, noticing his heavy stare locked on my ass. “Oh, and Caesar?”
That delicious stare lifts to my eyes, and as his brow arches in question, a wicked grin stretches across my lips.
“You better make it worth my time,” and with that, I sashay away, knowing without a doubt that tomorrow night is going to be, hands down, the best night of my life.
10
TILLY
The seductive music vibrates through me as I stroll through the VIP floor of Vixen, my gaze darting from left to right. I don’t see Caesar here yet, but I feel his presence. He would have clocked me the second I walked in, but unfortunately for him, I won’t be making it easy for him tonight.
I feel men’s hungry stares on my body, and as I make my way around the room, taking in both the wild and tame sights, I sense them trying to lure me in. Every set of eyes I meet has a motive to touch me, to taste me, to see how far they can push my boundaries, and while on any other night, I would have easily fallen victim to these men’s charms, tonight is all about exploring Caesar.