Total pages in book: 128
Estimated words: 130286 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 651(@200wpm)___ 521(@250wpm)___ 434(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 130286 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 651(@200wpm)___ 521(@250wpm)___ 434(@300wpm)
mouth coasted over her jaw and down her slender neck. She made soft kitten sounds that went right to
his dick. He tugged at her dress, trying to get her out of it, when she shifted away. He tightened his
grip on her hip.
“Don’t,” he warned. He’d surrendered enough control for one evening.
She relaxed and he lifted her dress over her head, tossing it to the floor. His mouth traced the slope
of her breast as he cupped her. His thumbs slipped behind the lace and tugged the cups out of the way,
revealing two perfectly pink nipples. He bent and pulled one into his mouth, sucking forcefully.
Her spine bowed as her knees went weak. He caught her in his grip and released the wet nipple with
a pop. Glancing over his shoulder, he growled in frustration. There was nowhere to go. “Your
apartment is too small.”
“My apartment is just fine,” she argued in a breathy voice as she dropped to the floor and tugged
him with her.
His knees landed on the firm discount carpeting as he followed her down. She stretched out beneath
him, extending her arms over her head invitingly. Little temptress.
His mouth found hers as his knees fit between her thighs and nudged her legs apart. He felt like a
goddamn kid trying to cop a feel before his girlfriend’s dad came home. Yet, he was so desperate to
feel her, so reluctant to let her go, he’d settle for this improbable situation that was his temporary
reality.
A tingle of excitement raced up his spine as a sense of urgency settled over him. He had to go soon
and he didn’t want to. He needed to make this time with her count.
His fingers plucked at her panties while his mouth kissed down her belly. She’d lost weight and he
didn’t like that. He’d make a point to see that she was eating enough and not falling into old habits.
She writhed impatiently as he teased her sex through her panties. God, she was fucking beautiful. If
he lost her again, he’d never survive it.
“Lucian . . .”
The corner of his mouth cocked up in a half grin. He loved when she said his name all needy like
that. Fingers teased over her folds, keeping the silk of her panties as a barrier. She wanted to date like children. He’d show her what that was like. Moisture dampened the fabric as he baited her.
He hid his grin when her frustration became evident. She grabbed for his shirt, but he restrained her,
pressing her hands into the carpet and weighing her down with his body. The denim ridge of his
arousal rubbed over her sex and she moaned. He could tell she wanted more. So did he, in more ways
than one.
His erection moved over her until he found the perfect rhythm and glide. Her moans hitched as he
nudged her clit just right. She’d get off, but it wouldn’t compare to coming with actual penetration.
His body flexed over hers and suddenly her cries increased and her head tipped back, spreading her
hair over the gray carpet. His cock was ready to explode, but he fought back the urge to take her.
Slowly, he found her mouth and kissed her.
When he eased back and carefully stood, she frowned up at him. “What are you doing?”
His lips twitched, but he kept them firm. “I have to get home. You could come.” He smirked, letting
her know the pun was intended.
She didn’t seem to see the humor. “But . . . we didn’t . . .”
He nodded and pursed his lips. “I know. And now we have to wait until Tuesday to see each other
again.”
She scowled. “Is that what this is about?”
“Of course not. This is merely one of the disadvantages to our living situation.”
“You don’t have to go,” she said pointedly.
“Do you want me to spend the night? I’d hate to impose on your newfound independence.”
Her silver eyes narrowed and she sat up. She snatched her dress off the ground and covered her
breasts. “You’re right. You better go.” Her words would’ve been alarming had he not detected the
competitive challenge in her tone and the quiver of a smirk at her kiss-swollen lips.
He blew her a kiss and stepped away. “Sweet dreams, Evelyn. I’ll call you in the morning.” He
edged his way toward the stairs. She was glaring at him. “And Evelyn.”
“What?” Oh, she was salty . . .
“No coming. Rules are rules.” Their circumstances might have changed, but his rules remained the
same. Her orgasms were his to give. And he would know if she broke a rule. She was terrible at hiding
such things from him. He only wished she was just as terrible at keeping the other secrets, like where
the hell she worked and what she needed all that money for.
She threw her shoe at him. “Good night, Lucian!”
He chuckled as he bounded down the steps. He locked the door behind him and his cheerful whistle