Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 84982 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 425(@200wpm)___ 340(@250wpm)___ 283(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84982 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 425(@200wpm)___ 340(@250wpm)___ 283(@300wpm)
He lowered his head until his breath was hot on my ear. “Tell me, little doll, how do you like to touch your pussy?”
A tremor ran through my body as my eyes fluttered closed. At any moment, the tight coil was going to snap, and I’d climax. If he kept talking, breathing, just simply standing here, I’d get there. How did he do that? I had never known a man could bring you this close to an orgasm without even doing anything between your legs. Maybe I was more naive than I’d realized. Not that I cared at the moment.
“Do you think about having that pretty pink cunt licked? Is that what gets you off? Or do you want it fucked?” He pressed a kiss to my ear.
I moaned, leaning into him. Ready to beg him to do something. If he just brushed a finger against me, I was sure I’d explode.
“Whose dick is it? Hmm? Tell me, little doll. When you spread your legs and play, who are you fantasizing about? Who is taking this cunt? Slamming his cock inside your tight hole over and over while you scream?”
The jolt startled me even though I had known I was close. A cry tore from my chest, and I grabbed on to his arms, burying my nails into his biceps as my body shuddered through the delicious shiver that raced through me. I fought to catch my breath as I held on to him.
His sudden movement snapped my eyes open, and as my vision cleared, I let out a whimper at the sight of Thatcher’s bare back as he walked away. My eyes stung with disappointment. Had I done something wrong? I didn’t even know how to ask that. It had been him saying those naughty things. I hadn’t made him do that.
The slamming of his door as he disappeared inside the room was the slap in the face I needed to break the orgasm haze that had been lingering over me. Now, I was just left with humiliation as it weaved its way into every pore of my body.
Sleep should have come for me easy last night. It normally did after a race day. However, I’d lain in bed for hours before finally falling asleep. Replaying everything that had happened with Thatcher. Trying to understand why he’d walked away. If I had done something to anger him.
As I stood in the suite with the handle of my rolling suitcase clutched firmly in my hand, my eyes slowly scanned the empty space. Thatcher’s bedroom door was open, but the lights were off. I knew without looking that he wasn’t in there. I was alone. When had he left? Last night? This morning? Would he be waiting in the plane? Maybe he had stepped out to get coffee … or he was checking out downstairs.
A knock at the door broke the silence surrounding me, and I swung my gaze to stare at the double doors. Was that him? No. He had a key. He wouldn’t knock. Letting go of the handle on my suitcase, I walked over and opened the right door. The familiar face of our driver stared back at me.
“Miss Jewel,” he said with a nod of his head. “Are you ready?”
Thatcher had left. The heavy disappointment settled over my chest. I gave him a nod and forced a smile. Perhaps he’d be on the plane, but that was hard to truly hang on to. Why would he leave early to just go sit on a plane?
“Let me get my suitcase,” I told him.
“I can get it,” he said, stepping inside, and I moved out of his way so he could go retrieve it. “Is this everything?” he asked.
“Yes, thank you.”
He gave me a kind smile, then headed back to the door that I was still holding open. He waved a hand at me to go first. Leaving the place where I’d made memories, however small they were, with Thatcher made my throat tighten. This might have been the only time I would get with him.
His leaving without a word meant something, and it wasn’t good. He might have started whatever we had done last night, but I shouldn’t have allowed it. That did not give him a right to be mad at me, and maybe he wasn’t. Perhaps it was just him worried I would think it meant something more. I wasn’t stupid. I was aware that he had many different females in his bed. What he’d done to me was nothing compared to what he did with them.
Was it that he thought I would get clingy? He had run so he didn’t have to deal with me? I was so inexperienced that I’d orgasmed without him even touching me, so clearly, I must have believed we were now headed down the aisle.