Total pages in book: 161
Estimated words: 154890 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 774(@200wpm)___ 620(@250wpm)___ 516(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 154890 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 774(@200wpm)___ 620(@250wpm)___ 516(@300wpm)
Probably all of the above.
Agog, that’s the word to describe her reaction. Good. The woman needs shocking, and I’d be lying if I said I didn’t feel satisfied that I’d managed it. For once. It’s like the return of my equilibrium, the sense of how things should be as I lean over the center console and press my forefinger under her chin.
“Close your mouth.” I lean closer still. My next words are a sultry purr at her ear. “Unless you want me to put something in it.”
She swallows, and her gaze turns inward, stunned or imagining just that. Again, both work for me. I shift in my seat in an attempt to discreetly adjust my now tight pants when George’s voice plucks at my attention.
“Where to?” His tone might be casual, but it looks like someone has shaved off his eyebrows and painted them just below his hairline. I never realized before, but it seems George has the hearing of an elephant.
I open my mouth to reply, still conflicted and unsure if I’m going to take her home or to my—
“We’re going to Knightsbridge,” Mimi answers clearly and without hesitation.
15
WHIT
The car is silent but for the swish of tires against the road, and we’ve barely spoken since Mimi’s direction. Why did El have to choose a club so far away from my place? I’m pretty sure I’ll combust before we get there.
“Whit?” I no sooner turn my head than words tumble from her mouth like water over rocks. “I’ve never had sex in a car before.”
I almost groan. Combust? I’m pretty sure I’m about to bust a nut. I’m not in the habit of denying myself but having Mimi so close to me, day in and day out, has been torture. I wake in the morning to the phantom feel of her riding my fingertips, then spend my days trying not to stare at her arse while mentally undressing her. It’s been torture—a pure, ball-aching torture that I’ve tried hard to ignore. I know I said I wouldn’t, and I know it’s wrong, and if I was Connor, I’d be rattling more than chains at the bottom of my bed, but fuck it all to hell, how can I not want her when she’s just so fucking adorable.
Full of truth and enthusiasm.
I’ve never known anyone like her. Never wanted anyone like I want her. If I’m not careful, I’ll end up reciting the periodic table in my head. That or embarrassing myself.
“George?” His eyes flick to the mirror at his name. “Have we got any booze in this thing?” I spend a fair chunk of time being ferried back and forth from the airport by him, but I’m always working. I’ve never thought to ask before.
“Mini fridge in the center console, Guv.” He leans forward and flicks on the radio. The sound system fills the front of the car, not the back. Tactful, right?
Opening the console, I cast my eyes over the contents. “Would you like—”
“Oh, like a plane,” she says, peering at the miniature bottles. “Do you have a soda?”
I half lift a couple of the tiny soda cans, but she shakes her head with a murmured, “No, thanks.”
Grabbing a glass, I select a bottle of Laphroaig and twist off the lid before dumping it in. “I wasn’t about to ask if you’d like a drink.” I glance up from under my lashes in such a way she can’t miss my meaning.
Her eyes wide, her head swinging to the driver and back again. “Rude!” But then. “You mean… now?”
Her head slices sharply George’s way, and I chuckle. I can’t tell if she’s thinking about it, titillated, or scandalized.
Maybe all of the above.
“There really isn’t enough room.” My pelvis tilts as I stretch back, an action she doesn’t fail to notice.
“We could make it work.” Her voice drops, her eyes along with it. My body prickles pleasurably as she takes me in. “The seats recline, don’t they?”
“And you, what? Climb over this.” I pat the polished teak console, though my attention is on her tight dress. “Should I ask George to pull over? I’m sure you wouldn’t want him to watch.” I find myself sucking in a sharp immediate breath as she leans over me, curving her dainty hand over my thigh. A quicksilver pleasure shoots through me, my balls drawing tight and the hairs on the back of my neck standing high.
“So thick.” The muscles flex beneath her fingers like a warning.
“I’m learning all kinds of things about you tonight.”
“Meaning?” Her attention lifts, her breath sweet on my face.
“That you’re either a tease or an exhibitionist.”
“I said I’d never had sex in a car. Does that sound like I want to be watched?”
“So you’re a tease.”
“So, so thick.” Her gaze dips to my crotch, the dig of her nails harder now. “Think of it more as a prelude. Since yesterday, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about that other thick part of you.” The word is all curling tongue and filthy intent.