Total pages in book: 137
Estimated words: 127201 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 636(@200wpm)___ 509(@250wpm)___ 424(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 127201 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 636(@200wpm)___ 509(@250wpm)___ 424(@300wpm)
“That was all you, hellcat,” I murmur, pulling her back just an inch as she meets my heated stare. “Do you have any fucking idea how stunning you are when you come?”
A smirk pulls up the corners of her lips. “Speak for yourself. Do you know what it does to me when you come? When you stare at me in the way that you do? It’s so intense, and just knowing that it was my body, my hands, or my mouth that brought you to your knees. Fuck. You’re larger than life. Like some kind of sexual god, and knowing that I have the power to bring you right to the edge . . . It’s hypnotic.”
My hand returns to her neck, gently squeezing as the filthiest, raw need rips through me, and while the desperation is enough to kill me, I resist, refusing to take her like this, but I’ll more than make up for it tomorrow.
“Fuck, hellcat. You’re going to ruin me.”
A small smile pulls at the corner of her lips, and when she tips her forehead against mine, I find myself pulling her in tighter, as though I’ll never have enough of her. “Good. Because then you might begin to understand even a fraction of what you’re doing to me.”
Shit.
“Come on,” I tell her. “Let me get you up to bed before I end up fucking you in the backseat of my car.”
“You won’t get any objections from me.”
“That’s my fucking problem.”
A few minutes later, after more than just a few objections, I reach for the door handle of Tilly’s apartment, pushing through it only to find Zeph and Chloe just moments away from fucking on the girls’ brand-new couch.
I shake my head as I lead Tilly into her apartment while making a mental note to have a chat with my son about the appropriate places to be fucking women. Though it’s not as though I’m leading by example, but that’s beside the point. I want my son to be a better man than I ever was, and that includes showing the type of respect to a woman that she deserves, even if she’s the one pulling the strings.
I lead Tilly right into her room, and as I glance around, she kicks off her shoes and beelines straight for her bed, but knowing just how uncomfortable she’ll be, I stop her barely an inch from her mattress. She stands directly in front of me, those big green eyes locked on me as I reach down between us, unbuttoning her jeans.
“I thought you said no.”
“I’m not fucking you, Tilly. I’m getting you ready for bed.”
Her cheeks flush the most stunning shade of pink, and as I watch her, a strange, raw adoration for this girl swells in my chest, and I can’t help but wonder if she’s not the only one who might be blurring the lines of our vow.
“Oh,” she whispers, her gaze falling away.
She steps out of her jeans, and not a moment later, she reluctantly climbs into her bed, scootching onto her side and curling into her pillow. “Caesar?” she questions. “Thank you.”
“For what?”
“For not breaking me.”
I nod and walk to the doorway of her bedroom before glancing back to see her soft, sleepy stare still locked on me. “Tomorrow night, hellcat. Ten p.m. Meet me at Vixen.”
And with that, I stride out of her apartment, and for the first time in my life, I have no fucking idea what I’m doing.
18
TILLY
Ice clinks in my glass as I sit at Vixen’s incredible bar, the slighted nerves making themselves known deep in my chest. It’s been a long day dealing with a killer hangover and feeling sorry for myself after practically throwing myself at Caesar in his car last night.
What was I thinking, calling him? I was supposed to be ordering an Uber, yet somehow I ended up calling Caesar. It wasn’t even my intention to have him pick us up, yet he came without me even needing to ask. He’s just a real man like that, and in being a real man, he kept his hands off me even when I was desperately grinding against him like a cat in heat.
Fuck. I really am falling for this man. Just the idea of seeing him tonight has a deep hunger booming in my chest. I don’t know what he has in store for our night, but considering I told him to set up our little playdate with his friends, I can only assume how this is going to go.
To be completely honest, at first, I really wanted this. When I was watching the pure heaven that other woman was in, I needed to experience it, and don’t get me wrong, I still do. Only when Caesar brought it up in his kitchen, my motivation had shifted.
I wanted to see how he would react to seeing another man’s hands on my body, seeing another man inside of me, having another man’s pleasure.