Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 78304 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 392(@200wpm)___ 313(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78304 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 392(@200wpm)___ 313(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
“This seat is taken,” I mutter.
“Yeah, by me.”
Since it’ll be easier for me to leave than argue with him to go, I finish off the last of my drink and stand. I already gave the bartender our room number so he can charge my drinks there. I drop a twenty onto the bar top as a tip and walk away, unsure of where to go.
Before I can make it too far though, Julian grabs me by my hip and pulls me into a darkened hall, pushing me up against the wall.
“I’ve given you your space, but I’ve had enough,” he says, caging me in his arms, his palms resting on either side of my head and his knee nestled between my thighs. “What the fuck did I do that has you acting like this?”
“I don’t even know why you care,” I hiss. “Wouldn’t your time be better spent with Sonia?”
Julian’s brows furrow in confusion. “What the fuck are you talking about?”
“I’m talking about the gorgeous blonde I saw all over you at Carlson’s. Tell me this…does she know you’re engaged?”
The corner of Julian’s mouth quirks like he’s about to smirk, but he tamps it down quickly. “You saw us at Carlson’s?” he asks, ignoring my question. “Why didn’t you come over and say something?”
“I figured three was a crowd.” I glare, and this time, he doesn’t hide it when he barks out a laugh.
“Oh, fuck, Red. You’re jealous.”
“I’m not jealous,” I spit. “I just don’t like to play games. If you want to fuck her, go for it. But don’t crawl into bed afterward, expecting me to spread my legs for you.”
I try to wiggle out of Julian’s hold, but he lifts his knee, pushing the bottom of my dress up and grinding it against the apex of my legs as his hip pins me against the wall, stopping me from going anywhere.
“Let’s get one thing straight,” he murmurs, his eyes locking on mine. “The only woman I’m fucking is you.” One of his hands lowers to between my legs, and he rubs me in the perfect way that has me releasing a traitorous moan. “And I’d better be the only man you’re fucking.”
“Then, who the hell is she?” I argue. “Because I’m not stupid and I saw her touching you.”
“She is Sonia Rodriguez, the chief marketing and strategy officer for the Houston Flyers.”
“The NBA team?”
“Yep. I met her through a business acquaintance, and with the NBA season starting soon, I told her I could meet whenever she was available. She’d been out of town, and she said she could meet Wednesday night, and considering we were heading to Vegas, I didn’t want to reschedule.
“She was touching you,” I mutter, sounding like a child, but I know what I saw.
“She did,” he admits, continuing to rub friction between my legs.
With the material of my panties being so thin, it’s like there’s nothing between my pussy and his material-clad knee. And if he keeps this up, I’m going to come all over his knee, right here in the hotel casino.
His admission snaps me out of my fog, and I push his knee away.
“Why the fuck would you let her touch you?”
He grins, and if I were a violent woman, I would smack that smile right off his face.
“I love every side of you, Red. The passionate workaholic, the feisty fighter, the soft lover, but I must say, the jealous side of you has me so damn hard.”
He takes my hand in his and pushes it against his crotch to show me, and despite my being pissed at him, my mouth waters, wanting to wrap my lips around his hard length and remind him who he belongs to.
Oh shit. Who he belongs to…because…
“You’re mine,” I breathe, speaking the first honest words regarding us since we started this whole mess of a thing.
“Damn straight I am,” he says, palming my cheek affectionately. “And that’s exactly what I told her. And if you hadn’t run, jumping to conclusions, then you would’ve known that.”
“I…” I shake my head, feeling like a fool. “I’m usually smarter than this. I’m a numbers person. I deal with data and statistics. I base my decisions on facts and research. But this whole relationship thing is driving me nuts.”
“Because falling in love isn’t a math equation you can solve,” he says with a hint of humor in his tone. “It comes from in here.” He presses his hand on the area above my heart. “Feelings can’t be analyzed. You have to go with how you feel.”
“Love?” I whisper. “Do you love me?”
“Yeah, Ana,” he says. “I love you. I’ve fallen in love with you, every part of you. The good, the bad, the stubborn, the workaholic, and the soft part of you that you only let a small number of people see, including me.”