Total pages in book: 158
Estimated words: 145729 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 729(@200wpm)___ 583(@250wpm)___ 486(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 145729 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 729(@200wpm)___ 583(@250wpm)___ 486(@300wpm)
“She laughed all the time with me. She loved frozen yogurt. Not just loved it, that’s too mild. She was obsessed with it. Sometimes she only wanted frozen yogurt for dinner and nothing else. We’d giggle like a couple of schoolgirls when we’d go into the ice cream parlor to order it. The clerks knew her, and she knew everything about them. She asked after their parents, siblings, children and spouses. She always knew them by name.”
He watched as she put a fork with a small bite of chicken on it into her mouth and closed her lips around it. His cock jerked. He eased his legs wider. Who knew that just sitting across from her, knowing she wasn’t wearing underwear, would have him aching? Another minute and he’d have to ease down his zipper to give himself a little respite.
He barely comprehended what she said, he was too busy watching her every move. The flutter of her lashes. The close of her red lips around her fork, the way she parted them just before she took a drink of sparkling water. He kept the talk light, making her laugh, watching the way her lips curved. Her laughter was like music he’d never heard before, but needed to hear for the rest of his life.
They talked about Molly and Bastien. They talked about their leopards and how the cats enhanced their lives. He wanted to give her time to know him better before he brought up the Russians and how Nikita Bogomolov had come to be in his home. Maybe a lifetime of getting to know him would be enough time.
He sat across from her feeling genuinely happy, something he couldn’t remember feeling since his mother died. He liked his life and he was good at it, but happiness was family to him. Joy was having a woman of his own. Having Sonia. He knew she was the one. He’d known it the moment he’d kissed her. Almost before that, when he’d still been in his leopard and she’d turned her head and looked at him with her dark eyes, so vulnerable.
He waited until the meal was almost finished before putting a small rectangular case on the table and pushing it across to her.
Her gaze jumped to his. The box was a jeweler’s box, but too big to be a ring or earrings. “What’s this?”
“Something I’ve been wanting to try with you for a while.”
She licked her lips, her gaze jumping from his face to the box. He read anticipation in her eyes. She knew him now. She knew the way his mind worked. He was very sexual, and the sexual tension in the room had spiraled almost out of control despite the light conversation. She opened the case slowly, her gaze widening as she took in the jewelry. There was a small golden egg gleaming at her. She glanced up at him. “This is for…”
He nodded. “It goes up inside you, fits right over that sweet little spot you love for me to scratch for you. I thought tonight we could try this out.”
“Now? At dinner?”
“Yes.” He watched her for any signs of discomfort. She looked intrigued, not upset. He liked to play, but only if the things he chose to do brought her pleasure. She liked to play too, and her eyes had darkened with desire.
She licked her lips again and he groaned, his hand dropping to his swollen cock. “You can’t do that, baby, or my cock goes crazy hard.”
She smirked a little. “Are you having problems with control, Joshua? There are things that help that, you know. Maybe a cock ring?” Her face flushed a dark rose, and her eyes went hot.
He knew his face was carved with carnal lines of pure sin. “You don’t have the first idea what a cock ring is, do you?”
Her laughter teased his cock like fingers. Or tongue. He felt the strokes brushing over his hard flesh. “Nope, but it sounded good.”
He lowered his voice until it was pure velvet. Pure sin. “Put it in now.”
She took the egg from where it was nestled in the box with the other items. She started to rise, but he shook his head. “Right here. Pull your chair back so I can see. Just spread your legs and put it in. Get it wet first.”
It was a dare more than anything else, although he thought he might go up in flames just watching her. She looked so damned innocent. Sexy as hell, but innocent. She didn’t always act that way. She didn’t now. She licked up the side of the egg, her eyes on him. Then she sucked it slowly into her mouth. His cock hurt so badly he opened his zipper to let it spring free.
Trying to be nonchalant when his hands were shaking, he took a sip of the sparkling water, never taking his eyes from her. Very slowly she pushed back with her chair until it was away from the table and he had a good view of her body. Her legs stretched out in front of her and then she began to pull up the skirt of her dress. Once she had it up all the way, she spread her legs wide. “Like this?” Her question came out breathless, as if she couldn’t find air. Her nipples were hard little pebbles pushing against the fabric of the dress.