Total pages in book: 144
Estimated words: 134830 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 674(@200wpm)___ 539(@250wpm)___ 449(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 134830 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 674(@200wpm)___ 539(@250wpm)___ 449(@300wpm)
I knew I was bothering Dani, but I hadn’t really thought something as simple as my parking would affect her business that much. Mad at myself and my inability to fix this problem, I lash out. “You are such a bitch, you know that?”
I’m disappointed in myself even as the words leave my mouth. I’m not carelessly rude to women, despite Dani’s likely thoughts on the matter. And I certainly don’t resort to high-school insults when my wittle feelings get hurt. And if anyone deserves to be on the receiving end of being called a bitch, it’s the woman living next door. Not Dani.
But something about Dani sets me on edge, a razor-sharp one that’s ripping me open and revealing darker tendencies than I thought I possessed. She doesn’t look shocked or even surprised at my crassness. It’s as though she expected it. She crosses her arms over her chest and retorts, “Been called worse by better. You’re nothing more than a pretty asshole who shows up to give fancy people fancier shit. Do my bidding, pool boy.” She wiggles her fingers as if my clients treat me like a puppet on their string while bossing me around.
“Do… your… bidding?” I sputter. “You wish.”
She lifts her chin, and I smirk, realizing that if I told her exactly how haughty she looks right now, she’d be more pissed about that than being called a bitch. Stepping into her, I back her up. She refuses to lean against the door, but I plant one palm above her head on the painted surface. She reflexively looks up at me, defiance in her eyes.
“Is that what you wish, Dani? You want to tell me what to do? Is that why you’re watching me, taking pictures of me?” I pause, waiting to see if she denies it, but she clamps her lips together tighter as if she’s biting back the denial. “Because despite all the fire you spit at me, you want me? Want to touch me, and want me to touch you.”
Her breath catches. Because I’m wrong? No, it’s because I’m right. I know I am because she won’t meet my gaze, and Dani’s someone who stands behind her words.
I lower my voice to a seductive, gentle purr as I rumble toward her ear, “You’re up before dawn, work your ass off all day, and fall into bed at night. You don’t take care of yourself, especially not your most basic of needs, I bet.” She sighs the tiniest, sexiest sigh, so I keep going. “You’ve got a tight, lonely pussy that gets hot, wet, and hungry, but you don’t do anything about it, do you? But I can, Dani. Is that what you want?”
I’m not sure I even like Dani, but I’m completely serious at this moment. In fact, my dick is rock hard and ready for more at even the thought of touching her. I wonder if her fieriness extends to the bedroom—or living room, as the case may be right now.
Her eyes are jumping from mine to my mouth, like she’s watching me say filthy things but wants to see into my mind while I say them. She’s thinking about it. I can feel a battle waging inside her, and thinking I’ve won, I lean down to capture her lips in a kiss.
She tastes like spice and smoke from the grill, and something deeper. Probably bad decisions and things I’ll regret, but I don’t let that stop me, and she doesn’t argue for once.
Getting used to the idea and liking the challenge she presents, I press my lips more firmly against hers as I pin her to the door, her body giving way to mine. My tongue invades her mouth, and she meets me, our kiss turning hotter, deeper, and more intense by the second. Her lush lips are softer than silk, and as we share breath, I can feel her yearning for more.
I run my free hand down her body to her hip, tempted to cup a breast along the way but wanting no space between us. The feel of her beneath my palm ignites my desire even more, and my cock pulses in my jeans as I squeeze her ass.
She moans deeply, but just as suddenly, she gasps and pushes at me, demanding space. Her hands are flat on my chest, and as she pushes, her fingers touch my nipples, teasing my piercings. She jerks away from the barbells beneath my shirt like they’ve scalded her.
She really likes those, I think to myself cockily. I wonder if…
But then I see the look on her face. Dani is furious. I’ve seen her mad, angry, annoyed, and several phases in between, but this is different.
“Get the fuck out of my house,” she spits out through clenched teeth. Her cheeks are flushed, her hands are curled in front of her chest, and she’s shifting her hips like her pussy is demanding care. She can deny it, and probably would if I asked, but she’s as turned on as I am.