Total pages in book: 21
Estimated words: 19994 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 100(@200wpm)___ 80(@250wpm)___ 67(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 19994 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 100(@200wpm)___ 80(@250wpm)___ 67(@300wpm)
I turn at movement and when I see Knox start to pull his shirt out of his pants and slowly unbutton it one button at a time, my pulse quickens. I swallow, and I see a smirk on his face, his sharp green eyes burning into me like fire as he slowly pulls the shirt open and off his sculpted shoulders.
Good. Lord.
The man is carved out marble, with a perfect, and I do mean perfect, body. Sculpted pecs, broad shoulders, muscled arms, grooved, mouthwatering abs that ripple sensually as he tosses the shirt away, and those little v-lines that make girls go insane that tease down his hips into the waist of his pants.
“You’re staring.”
I blink, my mouth clamping shut as I realize it’s been hanging open, and I blush fiercely as my eyes drag back to his.
“I—no, I—” I blush. “You have a really nice body.”
He grins. “I work out.”
“No shit.”
He chuckles, even as I cringe at my awkward blurting of words.
“I want to see you, though, beautiful,” he purrs darkly, his eyes blazing with heat as they sweep over me.
I swallow thickly, blushing, feeling the forbidden heat blazing through me. Okay, this is it. I’ve already been crossing off the firsts—first kiss that made my toes curl and my panties soaked, first time going home with a man, and certainly first time with a man’s mouth between my thighs, licking my pussy until I felt like I might explode. And now, it’s time for whatever other firsts he wants to show me.
My mind clears for a moment, and I glance down at the clutch I’ve set down on the bed. Firsts or not, I have to remember why I’m here. The job. The hundred grand waiting to solve a whole bunch of my problems once I complete what I’m supposed to do. The fact that “what I’m supposed to do” involves the sex god standing in from of me coming is just the icing on top that brings a blush to my cheeks.
Knox’s eyes blaze over me as he backs away, lowering himself into a gorgeous, modern looking leather chair facing the foot of the bed. He steeples his hands in front of him, eying me.
“Take your dress off, sweetness,” he growls lowly.
I swallow, shivering with heat, and slowly, I stand. I take a step towards him and then spin, facing the bed and feeling my pulse race. I reach back, my fingers shaking as they find the zipper, and slowly, I tug. The dress falls away, and when it flies to the floor to pool around my heels, I shiver, feeling his eyes on my almost nude body. Goosebumps break out over my skin.
“The rest of it, little one,” he says quietly.
I pant, reaching back and unhooking my bra before letting it slip down my arms and fall away. I tug at my panties, and I’m about to just shove them down and kick them away like I’d do any time I might be undressing, but something stops me. Something that wants to be wild tonight. After all, when the hell else am I ever going to be doing this?
…When else am I going to be giving my virginity to one of the most gorgeous, powerful, richest men in New York City in his palace of a penthouse?
Instead, I slowly peel them down, and as I push them lower, I bend at the waist, keeping my knees locked with my back still to him. I hear him groan as I pull the panties down from my body, and I flush bring red, feeling his eyes teasing across my bare pussy and my ass from behind. The panties drop the rest of the way, and slowly, taking a deep breath, I turn.
“God you are beautiful,” he growls quietly, his jaw tight, and those eyes just blazing green fire across the room into mine. I blush, biting my lip and feeling shy, but he just shakes his head.
“You don’t even realize how fucking gorgeous you are, do you?”
“I—” his words actually leave me speechless with my heart jumping into my throat. “I guess no one’s ever said that to me before is all,” I murmur.
“Then the world has truly gone insane,” he purrs, raising a hand. He crooks his fingers at me, like he did before at the club.
“Come here, beautiful. Come here and let me taste that candy pussy again.”
I blush, and I reach down for my heels, but he stops me.
“No. Those stay on.”
I look up and catch the sly, hungry look on his face, and heat teases through me as I nod.
“Okay.”
I walk slowly towards him sitting in the chair, my pulse thundering so loud in my ears it’s almost drowning out everything else. My nipples pucker to points under his gaze, and I can feel the heat pulsing between my thighs as I come to a stop right in front of his chair. Knox growls, sitting up and reaching for me, but I stop him with a coy grin and a wag of my finger. I can see the flash of red in his eyes—he’s not a man used to the word “no” or his wishes not being followed.