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)
Will he be jealous? Will it drive him wild the way that it would do to me?
A grin pulls across my lips. I suppose we’re about to find out.
A body steps in behind me as the gentle caress of fingers dances across my shoulder, brushing my hair back as the familiar scent of Caesar’s cologne wraps around me. My eyes flutter closed, and just when I think the sensation couldn’t get any better, he drops his lips to the base of my neck, sending a wave of pure pleasure coursing through my body.
“Are you ready?” he rumbles, that thick tone doing wicked things to me.
I nod, and his hand lowers to my waist. “Come then.”
Caesar helps me off the barstool, his hand falling to the small of my back, and after leaving my drink at the bar, he leads me deeper into the VIP floor. “You sure you want this?”
My gaze shifts up to his, studying his stare and waiting for any sign that he’s hesitating even a bit, but when nothing comes, I simply nod. “You have no idea how sure I am,” I tell him, wondering who the hell these other men are, and if I know them. Would it be weird if Zeph was one of them? Oh, I wonder if Caesar has a brother, and if so, would he fuck like Caesar? And with that very thought, it occurs to me that I really don’t know much about the man that I’m very quickly falling head over heels for. How is that even possible?
“Where’d that pretty little head of yours just go?”
A grin pulls at the corner of my lips, and I shrug my shoulders, playing coy. “Oh, nowhere,” I tell him. “I was just wondering if you happened to have a brother?”
His gaze narrows, and while I’m sure he doesn’t know how that particular thought popped into my head, I can only assume that he’s made his own guesses. “I do,” he tells me, “And no, you can’t fuck him.”
“What a shame. I could have made the trifecta.”
Caesar smirks as we make our way past eager members, my gaze dancing around the room and taking in the sights. “Would you like my nephew, too?”
“Only if he inherited that supreme Di Rozé tongue game.”
Caesar shakes his head. “Remind me to chain you to my side at Christmas.”
“Christmas?” I ask, glancing up at him with my brow arched, certain he has absolutely no idea of the havoc his words have just caused inside of me. “It’s just sex, remember? Inviting girls to have Christmas with your family certainly seems like a conflict of interest, don’t you think?”
He pauses for the slightest fraction of a second, barely long enough for anyone to notice, but when it comes to Caesar Di Rozé, I notice everything. He slipped up. He’s obviously joking about Christmas, but it’s the intent behind it that holds weight. Is this becoming something more than just sex to him, too?
He recovers almost instantly, his eyes flashing with silent laughter, shrugging off the comment as though it didn’t even happen. “It’s not a conflict at all,” he tells me. “Zephyr obviously needs someone to play with at the children’s table. I wouldn’t want him alone on Christmas.”
“Ahhh, well, that’s a shame. You’ll have to find someone else to keep him company, because I’ll be too busy screwing your nephew in your bed.”
“Fucking hell,” he mutters under his breath, shaking his head in exasperation as pride swells in my chest, knowing without a doubt that I just won that round.
“Come on,” he finally says. “Just around this corner.”
All thoughts of nephews and Christmas fall from my mind as a wave of nerves crashes down in the pit of my stomach. “Who are these guys?” I ask, shifting a little closer to him.
“Just faceless men,” he tells me. “You don’t need to worry about who they are. They’re here for you. All that matters is your pleasure, hellcat. Your desires. Your fantasies.”
“You’re staying, right?” I ask, stuck on his comment about them being faceless men. What does that even mean? “It’s you and two others, not just three random men?”
“You really think I’m about to miss any of this and allow some other fucker to take my place? Hell no. I intend to spend the next few hours ravaging your body and making you feel things you never knew you were capable of.”
Well shit.
“I’m not going to need a safe word, am I?”
“No, Tilly,” he says with a laugh. “It’s not like that, not unless you want it to be. We’ll follow your lead, give you what your body is craving, and while we’ll push your limits, we won’t cross them.”
The nervous energy quickly morphs into full-blown excitement, my pulse thrumming in my ears, and as we step around the final corner into the dimly lit private booth, I find two masked men, their faces completely concealed. I suck in a gasp, my gaze flicking between the two.