Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 96600 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 483(@200wpm)___ 386(@250wpm)___ 322(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 96600 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 483(@200wpm)___ 386(@250wpm)___ 322(@300wpm)
“Tempting offer, but no, I’m not changing my plans,” he said, pressing the button to turn off the car. “Besides, I could do that to you, anyway. Any time I wanted.”
He got out and opened the door for me, taking my hand as I stood, knees wobbling. Bringing my fingers to his lips, he inhaled deeply before licking the digits clean.
“Wait, wait!” I jerked my hand back, balling it into a fist that I pressed against the front of my thighs.
It had almost happened again. That’s how close I was, how close I’d stayed for the entire car ride.
And he had the gall to be totally amused by my predicament.
“Walking may be problematic,” he mused as I waited for my arousal to dim enough to take a single damn step. “Be sure to stop when you need to.”
I needed to already. “What about the bags?”
“I’ll come back for them.” He offered me his arm. “One step at a time, princess. I know you can be a good girl for me.”
I took deep breaths, gritted my teeth, and managed to make it into the elevator without coming. The doors closed on us, and I noted the floor number he selected. One-hundred-thirteen.
It was a bad time to tell him I was afraid of heights.
He backed me against the wall and lowered his mouth to my shoulder, biting the curve of my neck. I shuddered and held onto him, writhing my hips shamelessly against his thigh.
“Be a good girl,” he breathed beside my ear. “You don’t have to wait much longer.”
He wasn’t kidding; the elevator shot us up so fast, my ears popped. I didn’t pay much attention to my surroundings as we moved into the foyer, but when we entered the apartment, it distracted me from my near-painful levels of arousal.
“Apartment” was an understatement. High-rise mansion was more like it. I gazed up through at least three open stories. A suspended staircase with glass railings wound up and around in loops like a board game path. The walls were towers of glass, revealing Manhattan on three panoramic sides. The setting sun gilded the city and provided a spectacular, if vertigo-inducing, view that locked my knees in place.
“I’m…” I began shakily.
He paled. “Afraid of heights?”
I nodded frantically.
“Well, we’ll have to get your mind off it, then. Until you get used to the scenery.” He looped an arm around my waist. While I appreciated the support, it still took all of my courage to walk further into the sprawling space.
“Are the windows like this in your room?” I asked, my voice trembling slightly.
Unfortunately, his answer was a cheerful, “Yes.” Then he added, “But you’re going to be coming so hard your eyes roll back in your head, so you’ll never see.”
I laughed a weird, high-pitched, choking sound.
He stopped and stepped in front of me, and having his presence as a barrier between me and the scary glass distracted me. My body screamed for me to remember what he’d promised in the garage.
“Let’s go to your bedroom,” I begged.
“This way.” He led me to the second elevator—glass, of course, because why be less terrifying?—and we rode up to the third floor, my stomach pitching and wobbling the whole time.
“You’re fine,” he promised, kissing the side of my head. “Nobody has fallen out of my apartment and died yet.”
“Don’t make jokes about my perfectly rational fear if you want to fuck me,” I warned him.
“Joke rescinded.” The doors opened, and he guided me out of the elevator, catching me off guard and pinning me against the wall with his knee between my thighs. His mouth fell to my neck, and he bit down, hard enough that it bordered on the edge of pain. “Because I definitely want to fuck you.”
We walked down a short hall and stopped in front of some frosted glass doubled doors. He pulled one brushed-steel handle. “The master suite.”
The walls beyond the doors were black, the floor the same white marble I’d seen in the rest of the apartment. There wasn’t a bed in sight, but a hallway that ended in a textured glass wall with falling water cascading over the surface.
As we moved forward, we passed two huge, brightly lit rooms, one with bare shelves and full-length mirrors, one directly across from it that was packed with Matt’s wardrobe. There was also a bathroom that, from the brief glimpse I got, was probably the size of my entire house. When we reached the fountain wall, the hall opened to the right and left, and beyond that was Matt’s bedroom.
With that damned view.
“Don’t look,” he advised, walking me backward toward the huge bed.
“Do you think I like looking?” But the closer I got, the more my fears about the windows were overcome by my need to get absolutely railed.
He leaned close to my ear. “Get naked.”