Total pages in book: 56
Estimated words: 54710 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 274(@200wpm)___ 219(@250wpm)___ 182(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 54710 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 274(@200wpm)___ 219(@250wpm)___ 182(@300wpm)
I lean slightly into his touch, relief coursing through me. It’s not just me who’s a mess over this. He is, too.
He moves closer to me, his breath brushing over my lips. “I guess I’m old-fashioned. I think some conversations need to be face to face.”
“I thought you regretted it.” My voice betrays how hurt I’ve been feeling.
“No. When I say something, I mean it, Jules. I told you I wouldn’t. I tried to fight it, but every time I saw Isaac flirting with you, I wanted to beat him bloody with a hockey stick.”
I hum a note of laughter. “Isaac? He doesn’t flirt with me.”
He laces the fingers of his free hand through mine. “He does, and I fucking hate it.”
“Noel.” I breathe in the scent of him. “I’d love to quit my job right this second so I could stay here, but I can’t. I have to take photos of this event.”
He sighs softly. “Don’t leave yet. Give me ten minutes.”
“I don’t think Deb will approve of me walking into that ballroom looking like I just got fucked.”
He groans. “Fucking Deb.”
“Total cockblocker.”
“Stay here with me tonight. After the event.”
I drove Blair here, but she can drive home in my car. I want to agree immediately, but now I’m worried about getting caught. “Are you sure? We’ll have to leave tomorrow morning in the clothes we’re wearing tonight.”
“We’ll be careful. I need a full night with you.”
My heart soars happily. His imploring tone matches the way I feel. Desperate to be with him again.
“Okay.” I reach for the door handle. “I’ll see you later.”
He frowns. “I still want my ten minutes.”
I give him a puzzled look. He grabs my waist and pulls me to him.
“I won’t be able to fix my hair and makeup in time, Noel.”
His grin is devilish as he presses a single, soft kiss to my lips. “You won’t need to.” He leads me over to the bed and stops at the foot of it. “Can you get that dress up to your hips without taking it off?”
“I can, but you’re not hearing me. I can’t—”
He puts a finger on my lips. “Stop arguing and do it.”
When he takes a step back, his gaze is locked onto me, a hungry gleam in his eyes. I can’t refuse him. My body is hooked on the way he’s looking at me like it’s an illicit drug.
I’ve enjoyed sex with other men, but Noel puts them all to shame. I’m achy with an all-consuming need that only he can satisfy. I work the dress up to my hips, not caring about the practical nude cotton underwear I’m revealing.
He falls on me like a wolf on its prey. One hand presses to my lower back and the other cups my pussy through my underwear.
“This pussy is mine,” he says against my mouth. “I want to brand my fucking name on it.”
He drags the back of his knuckles down the fabric, making me whimper. I put my arm around his neck, my eyelids fluttering closed as he strokes me.
“I could fuck this sweet pussy right now, but you don’t want it.”
He slides the fabric aside and strokes his fingertip over my seam lightly, making me moan and sink my fingers into his shoulder.
“We’ll go back to the party for now, but later I’m going to fill this pussy with cum.”
“Oh my god, Noel.” I rock my hips forward.
“What’s the matter?” he teases, sliding a finger inside me. “I’m just doing what you asked me to and waiting.”
His fingertip lightly brushes over my clit and I jolt, so turned on I think I might come just from that. He moves it away, sliding it inside me.
“So fucking wet and ready to be my whore tonight, aren’t you?”
I’ve never been with a man who talked to me like this, or touched me like this. I had no idea how incredible a man could make me feel with a single finger.
Then he adds his thumb, using it to gently rub my clit as he fucks me with his finger. I ride his hand, crying out as I’m about to fall over the edge.
He moves his hand away, putting the crotch of the underwear back in place and kissing me softly.
“Are you fucking serious?” I practically wail. “I was half a second away from coming.”
He grins. “You’ll thank me later.”
“No, I don’t think I will.” I scowl at him as I push my dress back down. “Two can play at this game, asshole.”
“I hate you.”
I can still feel the almost orgasm. My body is sending out all the WTF tingles of confusion.
“I’ll make it up to you. Promise.”
I smirk at him. “Better wash that hand well; you’ve got a lot of hands to shake tonight.”
“It’s still nice and wet, maybe I’ll jerk off with it when you leave.”