Total pages in book: 224
Estimated words: 215705 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1079(@200wpm)___ 863(@250wpm)___ 719(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 215705 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1079(@200wpm)___ 863(@250wpm)___ 719(@300wpm)
He’s across from Carrie and next to me. I motion to the waiter, order the wine, and then as the waiter steps away, I lean in close to Eli. “There’s nothing but money at this table for you.”
He eases back to give me a surprised look. “That’s new for you.”
I don’t acknowledge that comment. I ease back into my seat fully, settle my hand on Carrie’s leg and give her my attention. She gives me a curious look, but then her hand covers mine and understanding settles in those beautiful eyes. “Is time an issue? We have to get to your sister’s party. We could let him know the details, and see if he fits later.”
She’s coy. She’s just told him that she’s with me and made him think we have a big opportunity that we might not let him in on. “I know how you are,” I say. “You like to trust people you do deals with. Eli is honorable.”
She hesitates for a few beats and then looks at him. “Then it’s nice to meet you, Eli.”
For the next hour and a half, we talk to Eli about his company, where West Enterprises is headed, and a potential Asian investment, holding back Grayson’s involvement. When I finally draw the line on time, Carrie has charmed Eli, who’s a little too attentive to her as far as I’m concerned, but he’s also pledged to open his wallet, and since he wants to impress her as well, I know we’ll be hearing from him. Carrie is happy and excited by the time we’re in the car and rushing to grab our bags.
Once the driver sets us in motion, I pull her close and whisper in her ear, “Eli wants to fuck you.”
She leans in close, twisting toward me, her hands resting on my chest and my upper thigh, her lips at my ear. “I want to fuck you.”
My cock twitches and she presses her hand over it, stroking the hard line of my now throbbing erection. She’s teasing me because she thinks we don’t have time for this, but she’s wrong. The motherfucking chopper can wait. I cannot. I cup her face and pull her mouth to mine, nip her lips and kiss her. She doesn’t hesitate. She kisses me back, hungry, just as damn hot as I am. She’s in jeans but I don’t let that deter me. We’re behind the driver’s seat, and I mold her close, stroking her breast.
She catches my hand, but when she would pull it away, I slide my hand under her T-shirt and tear down the top of her bra to pinch her nipple. She buries her face in my neck. “Stop.”
But I don’t. I won’t ever stop where this woman is concerned. I stroke the line of her sex through her jeans and squeeze her breast. “Reid,” she hisses and I kiss her, a deep stroke of tongue against tongue, and she arches against my hand on her breast and between her legs.
The car halts at the cottage and I tear my mouth from hers. “We’re here.”
Her teeth scrape her bottom lip. “Thank God,” she whispers, reaching for the door.
I catch her hand, delaying her escape, while I pat the driver’s seat. “We’ll be twenty minutes.”
The driver smartly says nothing. He lifts a hand in compliance and now I scoot Carrie out of the car, shutting the door behind us and folding our elbows; pulling her close to me. “Do you know what happens when you tease me?”
“You get hard and hot and I get all the rewards?”
Well, she’s not wrong on that, but she left something out that she won’t leave out next time. I unlock the front door and pull her inside, and before she can get away, it’s shut again, and she’s facing it, her hands on the door. I step into her, my hands on her hips, my lips at her ear. “You get punished.” I reach around and cup her breast.
“Is this supposed to be punishment?” she asks, all but daring me to go further but I don’t need a dare. She’s my woman now and I feel the edge of telling her about the war between our fathers. I feel the need to ensure that when she walks into that party tonight, she feels owned. She feels like she belongs to me and with me. Fuck. I need to feel like I own her and can’t lose her.
I reach around her and unbutton her jeans, dragging the zipper down. Her pants follow and when I would slide them all the way down, I don’t. I tangle them at her knees, and move to her side, my hand on her naked backside, which is naked because she’s not wearing any panties. I cup her backside and her sex at the same time. “Do you know what I’m going to do to you?”