Total pages in book: 135
Estimated words: 123672 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 618(@200wpm)___ 495(@250wpm)___ 412(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 123672 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 618(@200wpm)___ 495(@250wpm)___ 412(@300wpm)
Alex smirks, his eyes blazing at the word cock coming out of my mouth. “Bold of you to assume they’re not,” he tells me. “But let’s face it, the sooner you quit denying that you feel this fire between us, the sooner we get to have fun.”
Hunger pounds through my veins, and I struggle to catch my breath, the feel of his body against mine making me dizzy. “Who said I was denying anything?”
“Baby, if you weren’t denying it, you would already be braced against this wall with my cock buried inside your sweet cunt.”
“Presumptuous.”
Alex shakes his head, his lips settling into the most devilish smirk that makes my thighs clench. “I call it being realistic.”
“I call it being a troublemaker.”
“You’ve got no fucking idea,” he rumbles, his lips hovering so close to mine, tempting me with the filthy little promises they hold. “What’s it gonna be, Mace? I’m not playing your little games. Despite me showing up like this while you’re working, I’m not gonna chase you. So if you want to see what this is, then say that, but I’m not dancing around your little I don’t date my neighbors bullshit.”
“Do you not consider this taking me out?”
“Despite how fucking good your body feels pressed against mine, I don’t consider stealing twenty minutes between clients as a win,” he says. “I want to take you out properly. I want to spend the night whispering filthy things in your ear and then I’m going to take you home and fuck you until you’re screaming my name.”
“I’m not a relationship kind of girl,” I warn him. “But I’m also not some whore who’s going to let you use me for an easy screw. If you’re taking me out, you’re going to respect me. You’re going to show me a good fucking time, wine and dine me, and then only if I say you’re welcome to my body, you can take it.”
“You’re telling me you don’t want me whispering filthy little things in your ear?”
“Not at all, I encourage the filthy little things,” I tell him. “But if you can’t respect my boundaries, then those filthy little things are nothing but empty promises. Treat me like your fucking queen, and I’ll make you my king in return.”
Alex watches me for a short moment, his gaze lingering on mine, deep in thought. “I like a woman who knows what she wants and isn’t afraid to set boundaries.”
“Good, because I like a man who isn’t afraid to push those boundaries while giving me exactly what I need . . . within reason, of course.”
His fingers skim across my waist, sending a wave of goosebumps sailing across my skin. “What else do you like, Mace?” he rumbles deep in his chest.
I tilt my head, and without hesitation, his warm lips press down on the curve of my neck, sending me spiraling with pure satisfaction. “I like a man who knows how to read a woman’s body, a man who doesn’t need me to walk him through everything. I don’t want to tell him when to take me deeper or harder. I just need him to know.”
“What else?”
“A man who knows when to cross the line and when to hold back,” I breathe, my hand inching up his back and knotting into his thick, dark hair. “I like a man who knows when to back off and leave me alone, or when to ignore my bullshit and bust through my fucking door anyway. I like confidence, Alex. But the second that confidence turns into arrogance, I’m done.”
He nods, gathering my hair into one hand before ripping it back and forcing my stare up to his, a sharp gasp tearing from the back of my throat. Those dark, devilish eyes linger on mine, sending chills sweeping across my body. “Here’s what’s going to happen, Mace,” he tells me. “I’m going to walk away, and you’re going to go back to work. You’re going to have your girls’ night tonight, but you’re not going to be able to stop thinking about me, wondering how it would have felt if my fingers trailed just a little further down, or if I’d closed the gap and kissed you the way you’ve been hoping I would, and when you’re home at the end of the night and lying in your bed, knowing I’m just across the hall, you’re going to message me.”
My chest heaves with a heavy breath, and I swallow hard. “Then what?”
“Then you’re going to spread those pretty thighs and reach under the bed or into your side drawer and pull out whatever toys get you off each night, and you’re going to fuck yourself while thinking about me.”
“You’re gonna leave me hanging?” I ask. “Knowing I’m just across the hall, all needy and worked up, and you’re not going to come?”