Total pages in book: 140
Estimated words: 138003 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 690(@200wpm)___ 552(@250wpm)___ 460(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 138003 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 690(@200wpm)___ 552(@250wpm)___ 460(@300wpm)
I’m not greedy, but I’ve had a lot of sex. Fucked a lot of women. But I’ve never gone down on one I’d just met. Or with such zeal. When I said she melted like sugar on my tongue, I wasn’t kidding. And sugar isn’t addictive for no reason.
She is not pouting, I think as I glance her way.
Is she?
My chest tightens as she drops her chin. No. Fuck no, is she about to cry?
Why do I have to be such an asshole? But before I can smooth things over—though fuck knows how—she opens her mouth and sets me on my ass.
“I want double,” she demands as her head comes up quick. “Double your original offer.” Those beautiful blue eyes narrow as she leans closer, bringing with her the scent of vanilla and cinnamon. It’s little wonder I want to devour her.
“You do?” My answer hit the air in an easy breath, a grin tugging at my lips.
“Two million or I walk.”
So much for tears. She looks luminous as she delivers her ultimatum. Fierce, like a fucking Valkyrie.
“So we’re negotiating?” I put my glass to my mouth.
“No negotiation. It’s what I want. If you want… me.”
Christ, I do want her with a strength that should frighten me in the opposite direction. I don’t have time for complications, and I’m not interested in the risk that comes with relationships. But none of that seems to change a thing right now.
“Why stop at two?” I set my glass back on the bar as uncertainty flickers in her expression. “Ah, my apologies. You said we weren’t negotiating.”
If Lachlan could hear me, he’d piss himself. I never take a bet I can’t fix. Gambling is a fool’s game, yet here I am, up to my neck.
“And I want your car,” she adds quickly.
“My car?”
“Is there an echo in here?” She hooks her elbow on the bar, all playful petulance and attitude.
Fucking her is going to be so much fun.
“So we are negotiating.” Mirroring her position and posture, I add, “Good girl.”
“Don’t patronize me.” Her breath is a soft brush against my lips.
“I wouldn’t dare.”
“Yes, you would. Or else I wouldn’t be here in the first place.”
“But now that you are, you want to make the experience worth it, right?”
She quirks a brow, and I get the insane urge to place my teeth over it. Bite a little. Lick her brow.
“Stop fucking me with your eyes, Raif.”
“That’s not what I want to fuck you with, princess.”
“Why do you insist on calling me that?”
“Because that’s what you are. It’s what I made you. A pillow princess, the kind I want nothing from but her pussy on my face.”
“That’s not true, though, is it?”
“It’s where I’ll start.”
“Maybe I should call you Rita. I’m beginning to think she might be your lesbian alter ego.”
“I remember you calling me God.”
She tsks. “The hubris,” she mutters under her breath. “You wouldn’t be my first lesbian.”
“Are you trying to shock me or turn me on?”
“Two million and your car,” she retorts when I don’t exactly bite.
“Which car would that be?” I know, I’m a smart-ass.
She opens her mouth, then seems to catch herself. “Whichever one is worth the most.”
“That would be the McLaren.”
“That one, then.” She pivots away. “Two million and—”
“Not so fast.” My fingers fold around her arm, halting her in her tracks. My gaze dips to that space, the hairs on my wrist pricking like pins. It’s the second time touching her has felt like this. The first time was in the Chelsea house. I’d already had my mouth on her, but when she’d pulled away, my reaction had been visceral. Animal. Demanding.
I bring my free arm around her waist, pulling her body flush against mine. The round of her ass hits my thighs. I want to pull her to her toes to right the gap, but instead, I put my lips to her neck. She gives the tiniest of gasps.
“I thought we were negotiating.”
“But you said—”
“One million for the arrangement. Two with a wedding night. Sleep in my bed every night, and I’ll double it.”
“I already said I wouldn’t—”
“That was before we were negotiating.” Before I knew I needed this.
“Define sleep,” she demands.
It’s good that she can’t see my face or watch my slow-growing smile.
“It can be whatever you want it to be. For five million plus the car.” I must be out of my mind because I will go higher.
I feel her swallow. Hear her hesitation as she whispers, “Why me?”
No one ever questions my actions. I do what I do because I can.
My free hand glides over her hip and down over the front of her thigh, where my fingers curl inward. I can’t seem to stop them from sliding up the inside.
“Why not? I trail my fingers over the soft pout of her inner thigh, her skin like silk. “Say yes, Lavender. Let me touch you. Let me feed on your soft sighs. Swallow your held breaths and make them mine.”