Total pages in book: 100
Estimated words: 97382 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 487(@200wpm)___ 390(@250wpm)___ 325(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97382 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 487(@200wpm)___ 390(@250wpm)___ 325(@300wpm)
She’s not wrong, but there is no way I am agreeing with her. “You say you don’t care to know me, but you seem pretty heated over the opinion of a hotshot you don’t care about.”
That has her eyes widening in anger. “You aren’t even on my radar.”
I grin with all teeth. “You’re on mine.”
Did I just say that? I guess so, and when her eyes narrow, I’m kicked straight in the gut with lust by the dark look in her eyes. I have never met someone as direct as her, and I’ve known her for eight minutes. It’s mind-blowing and a fucking turn-on.
“What are you doing? Why are you in here?” she demands, her eyes practically in slits as she waves her hand between us.
“I figured we can get dinner, talk this through.”
Listen, I didn’t expect to say that, but I wouldn’t have expected her to laugh. To the point she bows over, holding her gut as tears stream down her face. When she looks up at me, another round of laughter flies out of her as she waves her hands out in front of me, like I just told the funniest joke in the world. She presses her hands to her hips, blowing out a long breath before she lets out the most unladylike snort I’ve ever heard. It doesn’t even faze her; she continues to laugh. Even though she’s laughing at me, I have never seen anyone so beautiful.
Or wanted to know someone so desperately.
So, I can fuck her…right?
Right.
Rocking back on her heels, she shakes her head. “Whoa, that was funny.”
I swallow. “I’m serious.”
She snorts. “I am too.” I track her movement as she steps toward me, her citrus smell engulfing me and making me want to lean in for a taste. I bet she’s so sweet with how spicy she is. “You honestly thought I would say yes?”
“I mean, couldn’t hurt. Get to know each other, and see where it leads?”
She laughs. “No, you don’t waste your time on connection. We both know what you want, and I’m not the one. There is no way in hell I’d ever drop to my knees, open my legs, or bend over for you, hotshot.”
Each word sends an erotic image to my head.
Ambrosia on her knees with my cock in her mouth as I hold her curls in my fist.
Her smiling around my cock.
Legs wrapping around me as I devour her mouth before devouring her pussy.
Her smiling against my lips as she moans my name.
Holding her down with my palm in the middle of her back as my other hand massages one ass cheek while I pound into her sweet flesh.
Ambrosia looking over her shoulder with a grin.
It’s a lot, all at once, and I want it badly.
But I want the smiles too.
Like the one she’s flashing me right now. She pats my cheek, and I instantly grab her wrist. Her eyes flare with surprise as I hold her close to me. My gaze falls to her lips, memorizing the perfect shape of the heart her top lip makes, before I look back at her eyes, wanting to drown in the whiskey color of them. The feeling of gasping for air assaults me as I realize I don’t want to just taste her. I want to spar with her. I want her comebacks and zingers. I want to know who she is.
Then taste her and…
Leave, yeah, leave… I always leave.
I hardly recognize my own voice when I announce, “We’ll see about that, heart-stopper.”
She takes in a sharp breath before licking those thick lips. I watch the trail of her tongue, wanting to follow it with mine, before our gazes lock once more. We’re both breathing hard. The room is silent but full of static tension. I feel her pulse against my thumb, and I tighten my grip on her wrist. Before I can ask again for her to let me take her out, she whispers, “Heart-stopper?”
My lips curve up in a devilish grin. “Pretty obvious why that’d be your nickname from me. Just one look and my heart stops.”
She blinks, playfulness in her eyes as she shakes her head. “For your heart to stop at the sight of me, you’d have to actually feel the organ. We both know you only feel and think with your cock.”
This girl.
She steps away, pulling her arm from mine just as my parents enter the room. I can feel their gazes on us, but I’m so ensnared by Ambrosia, I can’t look away.
“Ten minutes are up,” my dad informs me, and I nod.
“So, no to a date?”
She scoffs. “That’s right.”
“I love a good challenge.”
She looks from my parents to me. “The challenge you need to focus on is your career.”
I chuckle. “But maybe I need a woman to help me?”
She gives me an annoyed expression. “I’m sure you have tons on your roster, but my name will never be on there.”