Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 26912 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 135(@200wpm)___ 108(@250wpm)___ 90(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26912 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 135(@200wpm)___ 108(@250wpm)___ 90(@300wpm)
Chapter 10
Bennett
“Why do you work for Bradford?” I finally ask the question that’s been burning inside me since I found out what she did. “Do you owe him or something?”
She laughs and shakes her head as I carry her through the house. My grip on her ass tightens when she doesn’t respond right away, and I don’t like the thought of her being a criminal because she’s been forced into it. Bradford didn’t give me many details when I asked him about it.
“Ouch!” she squeaks when my grip intensifies. She laughs again and shakes her head. “I think I like working you up.”
I carry her up the steps and down the long hall to my wing of the house. Double doors lead to the master, and the room itself is probably the size of a modest home. I like space even though I don’t have anyone to fill it up. I just like knowing the room is there around me.
When I walk inside I kick the door closed and toss her in the middle of the bed. She laughs again when I pounce on top of her and then pin her wrists to the bed.
“I’m serious,” I say, and her laughter slows as she smiles at me.
“He gave me a job when I was just a kid. He took care of me the best way he knew how when my parents weren’t around to do it.”
I have so many questions after this confession, but I can see that even admitting that small amount was difficult for her. Bradford alluded to her family life being shit, but I didn’t want to press him on it. For some reason I wanted her to be the one to trust me enough to tell me what was happening. I’ve got a need for her that’s over the top, but I want her as more than just a one-night stand. I’ve never felt so possessive of anything in my life and I have to have her.
“So let’s just say you didn’t have a need to do the job anymore. Would you? Is there something stopping you from giving it up?”
“That’s kind of been the plan all along. I want to get out of it and start over somewhere new.”
“Care to tell me where this new place is?” I ask, leaning down and kissing the hollow at the base of her neck. I want her new start to be with me.
“I don’t know where that is yet. I need a little more before I can decide.”
“How much more?” I say as I knee her legs apart and move my way down between them. She really is unlike anything or one I’ve ever met.
“I don’t know that either.” Her breath catches when I push up the shirt she’s wearing and reveal her naked lower half.
“It sounds like you don’t have much of a plan after all.” I kiss the place just above her pussy and then rub my nose there.
“Yeah, I’m still working all that out.”
“Let me offer you a new one,” I say as I lick her in the same spot and then move lower.
Her lips are soft and wet. I run my tongue slowly between them and around her clit. Her back arches off the bed and she tries to pull her hips away from me, but I hold her down with my forearm while I pleasure her.
“Bennett!” she cries out and grips my hair. I’m teasing her, but it seems to be the best way to get what I want.
“How about you work for me instead.”
“Doing what?” she gasps when I suck on her clit.
“Whatever I want you to do,” I say, relishing the taste of her and her moans.
She doesn't respond as I flick my tongue rapidly over her clit and I can feel her body tense with the need to release.
“Not yet, little jaguar.” She sucks in a breath of air and then lets out a frustrated grunt. “Say you’ll work for me and let me take care of you.”
She shakes her head as I tease her again and I see her fists clench at her side. She’s determined not to give in, and I can see that I’m up against someone as fierce in negotiation as I am. Her eyes are closed tight and she’s fighting with herself. I want to protect her and make sure that she’s no longer in danger and I thought that this would be the best way to get that.
But maybe when it comes to James I’ve still got a lot to learn. Being in a position of wealth and power can often give me a false sense of reality. I don’t know her life or what she’s come from, and forcing her into this could drive her away.
“How about you promise me you’ll think about it?” I say as I slip my tongue down into her opening and taste her there.