Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 29567 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 148(@200wpm)___ 118(@250wpm)___ 99(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 29567 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 148(@200wpm)___ 118(@250wpm)___ 99(@300wpm)
I resist giving him a hug when he holds out his arms, stepping back and serving him a fake smile instead. When the doors close and take him away, I let out a breath and return to the condo.
The moment I step inside, Dominic grabs me by the waist and pushes me against the wall, his eyes heated. “Help me understand why you had the audacity to bring another man into my condo. Now.”
“I’m not allowed to have guests?” I try to soften the mood, but he tightens his grip.
He’s not amused at all.
He briefly releases his right hand from my hip and wipes the cheek where Nolan left a kiss on my skin. Then he grips me once more.
“Don’t try to change the subject on me.” He speaks slowly. “If he had tried to fuck you in my condo, would you have let him?”
“I…” The bluntness of his question catches me off guard.
“Do I need to repeat my question?”
I shake my head.
“No, you wouldn’t have let him fuck you, or no, I don’t need to repeat my question?”
“Both.”
“I wasn’t aware you were in a relationship.”
Me either… “So, staying with you does have strings attached?”
“I’m just saying I didn’t know you had a boyfriend—a shitty one at that.”
“What would you know about good relationships?” I hiss. “None of your bios mention anything about ever being married or engaged.”
“I’m really impressed with your way of trying to skirt around the goddamn issue here,” he says. “It’s not going to work, but for the record, I’m flattered that you’re researching me. You might actually learn something.”
He pulls me even closer against his body, trapping me with no space to move. “Your ex-boyfriend is not welcome to come up here again, and if the guest isn’t related to you or a close female friend, I don’t ever want to walk in on you with another man again.”
“Hope you’ll extend me the same courtesy when it comes to your one-night stands.”
“I haven’t slept with anyone in over nine months.”
“Yes, well…” I try not to stare too deep into his eyes, but I can’t help it. “I won’t have male company again, and—”
“You’ll also tell him to fuck off because someone else has touched you.” His hand slides under my dress, trailing up my thigh with purpose. “Because you’ve found someone else who makes you come so hard you forget your own name.”
His mouth brushes against my neck—hot, possessive, unhurried.
“And if I don’t?”
As if that’s the permission he’s waiting for, he grabs a fistful of my ass and sinks his teeth into my skin, then captures my mouth with his. The kiss is rough, full of heat and frustration, dragging every unspoken moment between us into one collision. I moan against his tongue as he deepens the kiss, pinning me tighter between the door and his body.
I wrap one leg around his waist, desperate for friction, and he slides his hand between my thighs—fingers slipping inside me like he already knows the shape of my body. He strokes me with precision, his other hand bracing my hip as I grind against him, breath catching with every movement.
“If you keep fucking with me—” he growls into my mouth, “I’ll show you who you really belong to…”
I come hard—shaking, gasping, unraveling against him—gripping his shoulders like I need something to hold me together. And he doesn't stop. He keeps me right there, held in place, grounded by his strength as the orgasm rips through me.
He watches me fall apart, watches the last bit of control drain from my body as I cling to him, trembling.
When I finally catch my breath, he lets his fingers slide out slowly, lifting them to his mouth without breaking eye contact. He tastes me, slow and deliberate.
“You’re done with him,” he says it as a statement, not a question. “End it.”
“Yes…”
“Good.” He releases me and steps back, adjusting his shirt collar like nothing just happened. “See you at four-thirty in the morning.”
THE CEO
DOMINIC
The taste of Ivy’s mouth lingers on my lips, and the feel of her pussy throbbing against my hand is a memory that refuses to stop running on a loop in my mind.
While I thought we would ride together to work in the morning for part two—she leaves for the office before me.
And what starts as one day of her avoiding eye contact with me somehow transitions into two, three, and then damn near a week.
No matter my tone or how harshly I request something, she manages to get it done without giving me a single glimpse of her eyes.
She rides to work in the morning with Tracey—much to my chagrin—and although I purposely wait for her in the parking garage so we can ride home together, Tracey meets me instead with a, “Oh, I let her use my driver so she could finish apartment searching.”