Total pages in book: 21
Estimated words: 20030 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 100(@200wpm)___ 80(@250wpm)___ 67(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 20030 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 100(@200wpm)___ 80(@250wpm)___ 67(@300wpm)
"You'll soon find out I only make offers that I'm absolutely certain of."
He leans forward then, and his sudden proximity has me catching my breath.
"And it was the same for you, wasn't it? You had a feeling about me. Didn't you?"
Wynd Sullivan talking about feelings makes me squirm on my seat for some reason.
"You don't look like the type to have such feelings—"
"And you're right to think that," he agrees, "since I prefer to think of mine as...instinct."
"While mine are just girly...feelings?"
"Yes."
A choked laugh escapes me. I really should be offended by now. Instead, everything he says is just...cute. In an arrogant, impossibly attractive way.
But even so, I still can't help asking, "Why me? How can you be so sure—"
"It was obvious that you didn't know who I was."
And that mattered because...he sees it as proof I'm not a gold-digger? Is that what he's saying?
"I also saw the way you looked at Samuel."
The mere mention of my precious little boy's name makes my heart ache. I know some people will think I'm crazy for this, but I love him already, and I know this early on—
"And lastly..."
His voice cuts into my thoughts, the sound suddenly rougher, and my heart skips a beat.
There's something almost feral in the way he's looking at me now, like he wants to devour me whole, and I'm finding it harder and harder to stay still. Why do I have a feeling this "last" thing is what clinched it for him?
"I wanted you the moment I saw you."
Oh.
"And I haven't stopped thinking about you since."
My.
"That's how I knew, Ms. Moreno."
Goodness.
He leans back in his chair, but his gaze never leaves mine. Those ice-blue eyes seem to see straight through me, past every defense I've ever built. "Any other questions before I start kissing you?"
Chapter Two
"I'M INFERTILE," STAR suddenly blurted out, and it almost had him smiling.
"I know."
Did she really think he wouldn't, considering the resources at his disposal?
"Y-You do?"
"Yes."
"But—"
"So am I."
Her eyes widened.
"We can exchange health records later if you wish."
She hastily shook her head. "It's fine. I d-don't—"
"Good."
With that taken care of, it was time to keep his promise.
Ah.
Wynd had kissed countless women in his life.
He had fucked even more.
But nothing—absolutely nothing—had prepared him for the way Star responded to the feel of his mouth on hers.
She gasped against his lips like she was drowning, her small hands fisting in the fabric of his shirt as if she needed something to anchor herself to reality. There was no calculation in her response. No exaggerated sound or movement designed to inflate his ego.
Everything she did was entirely natural. Pure. And it was intoxicating in a way that made him forget every rule he'd ever lived by.
When he'd pulled her to her feet and backed her against the mahogany table, she'd let him without protest. When he'd lifted her onto the polished surface, her legs dangling over the edge, she'd looked at him with such trust that something twisted painfully in his chest.
He'd positioned himself between her thighs, his hands gripping her waist through the thin cotton of that ridiculous yellow dress, and that's when she'd said it.
"This is all a first for me," she whispered unsteadily, her brown eyes wide and dazed. "I've never... no one has ever..."
The words had Wynd sucking his breath in, his big, hard body nearly shuddering at the sheer impossibility of what she was saying.
How could someone as irresistible as Star still be completely and utterly untouched?
The knowledge obliterated the last threads of Wynd's control, his blood stirring at the realization that he would be the first to touch her, to taste her, to make her come undone.
"Look at me," he commanded roughly, and when those trusting brown eyes met his, he knew he was lost.
He was to be her first.
In every way.
The thought was more addictive than any drug, causing Wynd to kiss her hard and deep, his mouth swallowing her soft whimpers as his hands roamed her body with a hunger he hadn't felt in years.
His mouth descended, his lips suckling one hardened peak through the lace of her bra, and she cried out like his touch was fire.
Every sound she made, every tremor that rocked her body—everything she did was exquisitely real, her every reaction driving Wynd to the edge of madness.
He lavished attention on her breasts, alternating between gentle sucking and the scrape of his teeth, until she was writhing against him and making the sweetest sounds he'd ever heard. Her hands clutched at his shoulders, his hair, anywhere she could reach.
"P-Please..."
She might not know what she was begging for, but Wynd did, and so he increased the pressure of his mouth, sucking harder through the delicate lace until she finally shattered, her back arching as she climaxed with a cry that echoed through the empty boardroom.
The sight of her falling apart from just his mouth on her breasts was the most erotic thing he'd ever witnessed, but what shocked him more was how, even with her whole body still trembling with the force of her orgasm—