Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 79564 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 398(@200wpm)___ 318(@250wpm)___ 265(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79564 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 398(@200wpm)___ 318(@250wpm)___ 265(@300wpm)
And we are.
We push past clusters of people laughing and shouting over the music that just came on the jukebox, their voices fading as we near the back of the bar. My heart pounds harder with every step.
I should stop this.
Tell her no, that this is reckless and an absolute breach of Rafferty’s trust in us. But then she glances over her shoulder, her lips curling into a sly, knowing smile, and I know there’s no way in hell I’m saying no.
The hallway narrows, and I hang back a step as Farren slides Stevie’s key into the lock.
“Relax,” she murmurs without looking at me, reading the mixture of tension and worry on my face. “You’re acting like we’re about to rob a bank.”
I huff out a laugh, breaking the tight feeling in my chest. “Feels just as risky.”
The door creaks open, and she steps inside, flipping a light switch that bathes the room in a dim yellow glow. I follow, shutting the door behind me and securing the lock. I take in the space—a small, narrow room with metal shelves lining the walls, stocked with liquor bottles, cases of beer and cleaning supplies. The air smells faintly of lemon disinfectant and cardboard, and the floor is a worn concrete but swept clean. A single wooden stool sits in the corner next to a clipboard hanging from a nail in the wall. It’s utilitarian, functional, and the last place you’d expect anything remotely sexy to happen.
“Romantic,” I grouse, giving the room a skeptical glance.
Farren grins, leaning back against one of the shelves. She braces her hands on the ledge and her breasts thrust out. “Not exactly a candlelit dinner, but I think we’ll manage.”
I shake my head, laughing softly. “I can’t believe you set this up. Are you seriously not afraid of getting caught?”
Her grin widens, a wicked glint in her eye. “A little. But isn’t that half the fun?”
Is this fun?
Without a doubt.
Am I still apprehensive?
Yes.
I step closer to Farren, my hand brushing the edge of a shelf. “And what about me? You don’t think I should be worried?”
Her gaze locks onto mine, her voice dropping into a teasing lilt. “Are you afraid, North?”
I take another step, the tension between us crackling in the cramped space. “Not nearly as much as I should be.”
Her laugh is soft and low, curling around me like smoke. “Good. Because I think you’re the type who thrives on a little danger.”
She oozes so much confidence it takes the edge off my disrupted feelings.
“So,” she says, her voice dripping with challenge, “what are you going to do about it?”
I stare at her, caught between the gravity of the situation and the magnetic pull of her presence. “You’re impossible, you know that?”
“And you love it,” she quips, her lips curving into a daring smile. She tilts her head, her glossy hair cascading over her shoulder. “Come on, Paquette. Or are you going to make me do all the work?”
Something in her tone—playful, provocative and utterly irresistible—snaps the last thread of my restraint. I close the distance between us in one step, my hands bracketing her hips against the shelf as I capture her mouth with mine.
Farren’s fingertips sink down into the front of my pants, inching past my belt, and she tries to jerk me closer to her. But I hold back, unwilling to give up any control. She snapped what little common sense I might have had to derail this craziness, but now that I’m here, I’m going to set the pace.
It’s never lost on me that someone could come knocking on that door at any moment, so we don’t have time for a lot of foreplay. I grip her jaw and end the kiss, staring down at her beautiful face.
“This needs to be fast,” I growl, and then I nip her lower lip, because I do have time for that.
Farren’s eyes glaze over and she fucking whimpers. “I like it fast. And hard too.”
“Christ,” I growl, and then I’m tearing at her clothes.
Pittsburgh in the winter demands heavy jeans, boots, chunky sweaters, and Farren’s got every bit of that on. I leave the upper half alone and help to tear at the bottom half, once again going to my knees to get rid of the offending barriers. Off come her boots and then I’m dragging her tight jeans down her legs. There’s a lot of mumbling, some curses as she tries to help and at one point, I start to rise as she bends over and our heads knock into each other.
Farren laughs low and husky, but I’m not laughing as she gets my pants worked open. The minute she grabs my cock, I know this was the best decision I’ve ever made and I’ll worry about the remorse tomorrow.
My hand dives between her legs as our teeth clash in another frenzied kiss. I find her warm, wet and inviting. I sink a finger into her, love the way she gyrates on it and then stretch her with another.