Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 53764 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 269(@200wpm)___ 215(@250wpm)___ 179(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 53764 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 269(@200wpm)___ 215(@250wpm)___ 179(@300wpm)
The question and his finger sinking all the way inside her hit Natalie at once. The feeling was exquisite--unbelievably, undeniably exquisite. He pulled her up with the arm wrapped around her, and his mouth dropped to her exposed nipple, where he began sucking it in time with the finger that swirled inside of her. It was a dedicated assault on her senses, and whatever dark and wicked thing he was trying to accomplish, was working.
He licked her nipple, blew on it, and then began sucking it again as his finger began pumping into her, and then stilling on a spot deep within her, which he massaged with his blunt fingertip.
The feeling was electric. Currents of pleasure grabbed her and her head fell forward as she tried to stifle her scream as she was hit with spasms of release. Her body tightened, and sensation unlike any she'd ever experienced before enveloped her as she rode the tide of pleasure.
She came down slowly and her head dropped to his shoulder again.
"That's it baby." He slid his finger from her and held her head gently while she trembled in his arms. A long moment passed as she tried to calm her raging heart. Finally, he spoke against her ear. "Our relationship just changed, Natalie. The orgasm you just gave me--it's a game changer. You understand?"
Her head lifted from his shoulder and she looked into eyes that he quickly hooded. She studied his closed features. "What do you want from me, Marco?" she asked softly, her body still trembling with after quakes of desire.
"You," he said, his voice firm as he looked into her eyes.
She shifted, suddenly anxious in his arms. She was tempted. God knows she was tempted. That one word of his seemed so final, so very sure. She needed clarification--but she could barely get her throat to work. "Me?"
"Yes, you--in my bed."
She licked her lips. "You said it would be a game changer. Would I still live with you? Live in your penthouse, I mean."
"Without question. That won't change." His tone was adamant.
"So--you want a girlfriend?" she questioned.
He hesitated. "No. Not a girlfriend."
"Then what?"
"I want--an arrangement."
An arrangement? Who the hell put it that way? "What--what would this arrangement entail, exactly? What kind of arrangement?" Doubt and insecurity beat a loud drum in her head. "Friends with benefits?" she asked hopefully.
The look he gave her pierced through her heart. "We're not friends, Natalie." He dropped that small bomb into the quiet of the night with a smoldering heat in his voice.
Mixed emotions surged through her. She knew what he was inferring--that the sexual tension constantly between them didn't allow for mere friendship. But a tiny river of fear was blending with the strong attraction she always felt when in his radius. A fear that was telling her she didn't ever want to be this man's enemy--and she felt sorry for anyone who got on his bad side. "Being friends isn't bad. We could be friends as well as--" Her voice trailed off.
"No, Natalie--we can't. Friendship is a tame emotion that doesn't have a damn thing to do with the way you make me feel. I have no desire to unload on you about how my day went, or to sit beside you without touching and watch a damned movie. Those aren't the things I want from you."
She listened to his speech as her head swirled. She knew the gist of what he was leaving unsaid. All he wanted was to fuck her brains out. She remained silent while she digested what he'd told her so far.
He continued, "I want an escort to events like the one tonight--I want you--as my sexual partner--living with me so that I don't have to go out in search of--relief."
"What about the money I owe you--from the wreck?"
He ignored her question and asked one of his own, his thumb reaching out and swiping across her bottom lip, back and forth. "Do you want to sleep with me? Have you ever thought about what it would be like to be naked in my bed? Open yourself up to me? Let me take what I want--give you what you need?"
His gaze locked on hers, his thumb making rivers of molten need rush through her. Natalie became almost hypnotized with want. Sensual heat passed between them and her legs trembled as she tried to hold herself up over him. There was absolutely no doubt that she wanted to sleep with him. She'd have to be over ninety or a lesbian not to want him--and even then she'd probably be more than a little curious.
"Answer me, baby."
"Yes, I've thought about it."
His hand speared into her hair, holding her captive. "And? Is it what you want?"
"Yes."
"It's settled, then."
"No--not yet. I'm not at all comfortable with the situation."
"Here's how we'll play this out. The debt is null and void. If you make me a promise--tell me you'll be exclusive to me--that's the promise I want from you--I'll let the debt go. It won't be mentioned again."