Total pages in book: 138
Estimated words: 129179 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 646(@200wpm)___ 517(@250wpm)___ 431(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 129179 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 646(@200wpm)___ 517(@250wpm)___ 431(@300wpm)
My steps came to an abrupt halt when I realized there was someone on the other side of her. The woman in the blouse instantly faded away as my eyes trailed hungrily over the features of a girl holding a suction-cupped cock in her hand. The pounding of my heart thudded in my ears as I stared. Anxious to see the rest of her, I stepped to the side so blouse lady, now an inconvenience, was no longer blocking my line of sight.
The second I could see the girl from head to toe, my cock went solid. Never in my life had the blood left my fucking head this fast. It was so abrupt I was dizzy for a few seconds.
She was one of those girls—you know the ones. At first glance, they look old enough to get into the club, but on closer examination, you realize they’re jailbait. I’d probably have been completely oblivious to it but for one thing—the uniform she was wearing, for public school students in California.
Somehow she made the khaki skirt look sexy as hell. Even her simple white polo shirt looked good. Her long dark hair was in a ponytail with a pale pink silk scarf tied around it. My eyes traveled hungrily over her neck as I'd grappled with a damn near overwhelming desire to bite and suck on it. I couldn’t get over just how stunning she was, and I was only seeing half of her.
The side of her face I could see was perfection; flawless skin with puffy pink lips that I knew would look oh-so-fucking-good wrapped around my cock. I was hungry to touch, to taste, and to devour her.
I remained completely entranced until it dawned on me that I was not the only one staring at her. When I looked up, I saw a man at the other end of the aisle eying her appreciatively. I hated the way he was eyeing her up like he was imagining doing X-rated things with her.
My response was swift. Over my dead fucking body would he ever lay one finger on her. With an urgency that startled me, I stepped forward and touched her arm.
“Hey—”
When she looked up and our eyes connected, I lost everything.
Every.
Fucking.
Thing.
Her beautiful blue eyes had me completely enthralled, and the world around me felt like it tipped over. The shift was thunderous. I wanted her so badly I’d have fucked her right here in aisle six if she’d said it was okay. Of course, I’d only have done so after I got rid of anyone else who might have seen her. In that instant, I knew she belonged to me.
I also knew I’d drag any motherfucker who tried to touch what was mine straight down to hell.
The color on her cheeks and the sweet way she licked her lips made my dick twitch in my pants. I ached to kiss her, to taste her sweet lips and explore her mouth. I growled low in my throat when I glanced over her shoulder and saw two more men looking at her.
Anxious to get her away from their leering, I took the suction-cup dick from her hand and tossed it down on the shelf.
“You won’t be needing that,” I rasped. “Come with me.”
“Okay," she said breathlessly, a dreamy smile on her lips as she looked up at me. It seemed like she was as enchanted by me as I was by her.
She inched closer to me before she abruptly stopped and shook her head as if to clear it.
"Wait! I don’t—” she swallowed as her eyes darted around the store anxiously. “Who are you?”
Realizing I’d scared her, I raised my free hand and gestured reassuringly. “Don’t worry, you’re safe. My name is Jordan Sinclair and I just want to take you back to the office area because we need to talk.”
Just to talk, I reminded my cock. The fucker thought she was true north, and he was more than ready to go home.
Her brows rose in surprise. “As in Jordan Sinclair the owner of this chain of stores?” she asked.
My name on her lips was heaven. I didn’t know how I felt about the fact that she had clearly heard of me, though. It bothered me that she knew I owned porn stores.
“Yeah,” I admitted gruffly. “That’s me.”
“Oh… okay,” she said with a hesitant smile. “I’ll go back to the offices with you.”
The instant she agreed, I was moving to guide her up the other end of the aisle, away from the gawkers. I walked us straight into the back, stopping when we got into the hall so I could ask her some questions.
“What’s your name?”
“Natalie Farrar,” she answered softly.
Fuck me, I thought. This girl.
This.
Girl.
She was like a goddamn dream.
A dream that could’ve become a nightmare if someone aside from me had approached her out in the store. It wasn’t outside the realm of possibility that someone would’ve followed her out to the parking lot. The very thought made me angry. Not with her—with them. Schoolgirls were like crack to creepers. A tidal wave of worst-case scenarios hit me all at once, each one more disturbing than the last. Why the hell did I own sex stores? And more importantly, why was she inside one of them?