Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 88225 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88225 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
“Why aren’t you chasing down your next conquest for the night?” she says with a saucy smile on her lips.
“When have you seen me chase down a conquest?”
“Good point,” she says and nods her pretty head. “Why is that? Don’t you have women falling all over you?”
“Are you jealous?” I tease.
“No. Curious.”
“I’ve been celibate for two years. I’m not interested in conquests,” I reply.
Her pretty eyes round in surprise, softening into a look of awe and intrigue. She bites her lip and looks up at me through her lashes. I can see the question in her eyes and I answer it with my own.
Oh, hell yeah, I’d break my celibacy for you.
“Interesting,” she breathes, licking her lips.
“You’re killing me,” I lean to whisper in her ear. “If you were mine, Saga. I’d worship every inch of you. You’re gorgeous.”
She shivers in my hold, causing me to grin against her ear. I want to flick my tongue out to taste her, but I hold back. She has to feel this. The pull is so strong.
I feel like I’m going to be consumed by this connection from the inside out. She slips her hand into the hair at my nape. I turn my face to look into her eyes.
Her eyes are glazed over, but it’s from more than the alcohol she’s been drinking tonight. I see the lust. It would only take an inch. An inch is all I need to have my first taste.
“What are we doing?” she says, breaking through the battle in my head.
“Dancing,” I reply, placing a little distance between our faces.
I shove a leg between her thighs, still moving to the music. She groans and places her head against my chest. I lower my hands to just above the curve of her ass.
“Bishop,” she moans my name as I rock our bodies together.
Fuck, I’m so hard, I’m about to bust through my pants. As if that’s not enough, she turns, placing her back to my front. I growl when she presses her ass into me.
I have a tight grip on her hips as she grinds against me. Her head falls back and her spine arches. I can’t help but think about thrusting into her from behind.
I pump my hips forward and she lifts onto her toes. I love that I tower over her as she bends to my body. I have to have at least a foot on her. It’s the sexiest shit to me.
I want to wrap around her and protect her. I want to pleasure her small body with mine. I want to know how we fit together when we’re soaking my fucking sheets.
“Shit,” I bite out. Shoving my hand in the front of her hair like I’ve wanted to do since first seeing her, I tug her head back. My lips go to her ear. “I want to fuck you until you can’t breathe. I want to feel you come all over me.”
“Bishop,” she gasps.
“Fuck, baby,” I groan. “Say my name again.”
“Bishop.”
I go to take her lips, but she startles, jumping from my hold. I frown, releasing her hair. She digs in her pocket and pulls out her phone.
Shit! Isha.
This is the first time I regret my insurance plan for Saga. Her friend couldn’t have called at a worse time. Saga puts the phone to her ear and starts to stumble through the crowd. I follow, wanting to keep an eye on her.
“Hey, Isha,” she slurs once we’re outside the club.
I purse my lips and look around us at the people milling about. There’s still a line of people trying to get into the club. We really shouldn’t have come out here without my security, but I’m not taking my eyes off her.
I move closer, shielding her with my body. I turn my back to the waiting line of hopeful partygoers as I keep hidden from view as well.
“No, we’re at a club,” she says. “Yeah, I had a few.”
I grin at the little giggles she releases. Saga looks up at me through her lashes. She bites her bottom lip.
“He’s fine. He’s been writing songs about me,” she says.
My smile widens. I cup the side of her face and tug at the lip she has trapped between her teeth. When it pops free, I stare at the plump flesh, licking my own lips.
God, I want her.
I go to dip my head to steal a kiss, not caring that she’s on the phone. Her eyes flutter closed. However, just before our lips connect, cameras flash.
“Bishop Love,” someone squeals.
In an instant, everything turns to chaos. A crowd starts to rush us. I pull Saga into my chest and start for the alley nearby.
She stumbles in her heels. I lift her in my arms and coax her legs around me. I never miss a step as I carry us away from the mob running after us.