Total pages in book: 230
Estimated words: 217798 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1089(@200wpm)___ 871(@250wpm)___ 726(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 217798 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1089(@200wpm)___ 871(@250wpm)___ 726(@300wpm)
“Word on the street.” He laughed. “I didn’t realize my personal life was discussed at such length.”
“Oh, it is. You’re always the topic of conversation when you’re in the room.”
“I’m glad I didn’t know that.”
“Why? Would it have gone to your head?”
“No, it would have made me a little more self-conscious.”
“Really?” My eyes widened. “You?”
“Yeah, and it would have probably gone to my head.” He chuckled, his eyes darkening as he looked over at me. “You know what I really want to discuss?”
“What?” My chest seemed to constrict with the way he stared at me.
“What you’re wearing right now.” His eyes trailed down the short black dress and large diamond mesh fishnets I wore, and his hand slid over to my knee, grazing each hole in the stockings. “This is driving me crazy.”
“Yeah?” I whispered, licking my lips, wishing he’d never stop looking at me or touching me.
“Yeah.” He bit his lower lip as if he were in pain as he continued touching my leg. “I can’t stop thinking about fucking you on this table, on this floor, on the pillows we’re sitting on.”
“Oh God.” I was already panting. “We’re in public.”
“Well then, I guess it would serve no purpose for me to ask you to wait two seconds and then stand up and sit on this table right here, in front of me, with your legs spread.” He licked his lips again, and I swore I could practically feel that tongue against me, between my legs.
“I’d do it.” I shivered. “But what are you going to do in those two seconds?”
“Make sure no one will bother us for the next half hour.”
“Oh.”
He stood and walked outside, shutting the curtains behind him. I could hear his voice but couldn’t make out what he was saying. I thought about that photograph someone had sold of me standing on the balcony in Ibiza and wondered if this was a mistake. Would someone walk in here without permission and snap a photo? Would I care? I stood up and did as he’d instructed. I didn’t care. I also trusted Ben implicitly and knew he wouldn’t let that happen.
As I sat there, waiting for him to return, I wondered if he’d done this before. He’d said he normally went out of town unless he didn’t mind being photographed, but that didn’t mean he hadn’t taken women on secret dates and done this with them. I hated the way my heart cracked at the mere thought. Here I’d always thought I wasn’t a jealous person, but when it came to Ben, it seemed that everything bothered me. Well, everything that had to do with him having a normal life before me. Maybe it was because I couldn’t help but think of what his life would be like after me, and I absolutely hated the thought of not having him in my life.
I heard him behind me as I sat on the low table, waiting. My legs were only slightly parted, but they were separated enough. The room was dim, so he wouldn’t be able to see that I wasn’t wearing any panties under the fishnets. He wouldn’t be able to make out much of anything, but I knew he’d feel it. He settled himself between my legs as if he were sitting in front of a plate. I hoped he’d treat me like the meal he’d come here for.
When his hands closed around my ankles before letting go and moving upward, I knew he would. My chest began to rise and fall with my breaths. With every inch of me he touched, it seemed as if he took my breath away a little more. My lungs felt as if they were preparing for an onslaught. His dark gaze met mine beneath long lashes, and I felt like I might explode right then. When I felt his fingers reach the inside of my thighs, my head fell back.
“No panties?” He tsked. “What a naughty princess.” His fingers inched closer to where I needed them. “Were you hoping I’d find out?”
I bit my lip hard, bringing my head up to meet his gaze, then nodded.
“Were you hoping I’d rip these stockings off?” He raised an eyebrow. I nodded again. “Interesting.”
“Please, Ben.” It was a plea.
“Please what, Princess?”
“Please touch me, do something.”
“Oh, I fully intend to.” He brought his mouth down to my calf and bit me. “But you need to promise you’ll be quiet.”
“I will be.” I nodded quickly. The restaurant was loud, but I knew people surrounded us, and they’d hear me if I wasn’t quiet.
“And you have to promise not to let me rip these stockings.” He bit my other calf. “I quite like them.”
“You can rip them. I don’t care.” The large holes were everywhere, including the crotch. But even if he didn’t rip them, he’d definitely stretch them to the point of no return if he continued this way. Honestly, I didn’t mind one bit.