Total pages in book: 43
Estimated words: 40189 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 201(@200wpm)___ 161(@250wpm)___ 134(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 40189 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 201(@200wpm)___ 161(@250wpm)___ 134(@300wpm)
"Took the night off," I grunt.
Coby slowly turns to face me. "You took the night off."
"I have a life outside of work, motherfucker."
"The hell you do," he says with a snort. "You work, eat, sleep, shit, and bug the fuck out of me."
"Man, fuck you. I have a life."
"You're a damn liar too. Why the fuck are you off tonight?"
"Not your business."
"Well, goddamn," he says, rubbing his hands together and smirking. "Big bro finally met a girl."
"Fuck off, Coby." I hoist my middle finger in the air, striding toward his front door. He's such a dick. He's also wrong. I didn't meet a girl. I met the woman I'm going to marry. There's a big damn difference. "I didn't meet a girl."
"Liar."
"I met the girl, motherfucker," I say, pulling the front door open and stepping outside. I catch a glimpse of his shocked face and laugh.
"Bronx!" he shouts.
I close the door on him, laughing.
He's still shouting after me when I jog down the steps to my bike.
"Jesus Christ," I mutter, glaring daggers at Gemma as she steps into the foyer in a red dress even shorter than the black one she wore last night. I'm not even sure the fucker qualifies as a dress. It plunges between her breasts all the way to her navel. And the back? What back? There isn't one. It's just a slinky piece that covers her ass. Barely.
She looks like sex.
"Hi," she says, beaming brightly.
My damn heart rolls in my chest. How she looks like sin and feels like sunshine at the same time, I don't know, but she does. I've missed the hell out of her since she drove off last night.
I stomp toward her, eager to get my mouth on her.
The little minx dances out of my reach at the last minute, laughing up at me.
"Are you trying to kiss me, Bronx Kaiser?" she asks.
"If you'd get your little ass over here, there wouldn't be any trying involved, Dilemma. I'd be doing right now."
"Oh. In that case…" She bounds toward me, effervescent even in those fuck-me heels.
I drag her into my arms, dipping her backward. For a long moment, I don't kiss her. I just stare at her, speechless. She stares up at me too, wide-eyed and smiling. How the fuck did I end up with this sweet little thing in my arms, looking at me like I'm the prize here?
"I didn't touch myself, Bronx," she finally says. "Not even after I dreamed about you all night."
I growl, slanting my mouth down on hers. She tastes as sweet tonight as she did last night. Sweeter, perhaps. Because I've spent all day without her, and I know now what I've been missing.
Our tongues tangle together, first in her mouth and then in mine. I sweep my hand down her back, grabbing her ass. She mewls like a little kitten, her hands all wrapped up in the lapels of my suit.
Shit. Her kisses are dangerous.
Who am I kidding? Everything about this beautiful little dilemma is dangerous.
I break our kiss with a groan, pressing my face to her throat. "You just walked through the doors, and you're already trying to kill me."
Her sweet laugh sends fingers of desire dancing up and down my spine.
"Bronx, you out here?"
I glance up just in time to see Ares Wylder pop his head into the foyer. His blue eyes land on me and then slide to Gemma, widening. "Shit. My bad."
I quickly pull Gemma upright, keeping her tucked up against my chest. My hand is on her ass. I don't move it. Ares trains Doms. As far as people here are concerned, he's one of the most important people at this club. I want him to know that she's mine and she's off-limits. He'll make sure word travels. And if anyone tries to approach her, he'll be first in line to cast them out.
No one crosses Ares. Not if they want to continue finding playmates in this part of Texas.
"I didn't realize you were in here with someone," he says. His penetrating gaze flicks over her, curious and probing.
"This is my girl, Gemma," I murmur. "Gemma, this is Ares."
"Hi, Ares." Gemma gives him a shy smile.
"She new?" he asks me.
"She's not your business," I growl. "When she's here, she's off-limits. If anyone approaches her, it'll be the last time they're allowed through the doors. And if anyone fucking touches her, they'll need a vacuum to recover their teeth."
"Fair enough. I'll make sure everyone knows she's yours."
I jerk my chin in a nod, grateful. That'll make my life a whole helluva lot easier. "You need something?"
"Nothing I can't ask Rome about," he mutters. "Is he upstairs with Raven?"
"Probably so."
Ares nods. "I'll go talk to him then." His gaze drifts over Gemma again. "Welcome to the club, Gemma."
"Thanks," she says and then gasps quietly, her eyes flying to my face as Ares ducks back out into the club.