Total pages in book: 166
Estimated words: 156145 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 781(@200wpm)___ 625(@250wpm)___ 520(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 156145 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 781(@200wpm)___ 625(@250wpm)___ 520(@300wpm)
Lucy was still blinking at him. She burst out laughing. “Mark was a perfect gentleman.”
“You don’t have to smooth it over. It’s my job to ensure you have solid dates, and if something went wrong, I need to know.” He very pointedly ignored the fact that he almost hoped something had ruined the night. Mark was fucking perfect. If he wasn’t essentially married to his job, he would have found a girl, gotten married and had a couple of kids by now.
She crossed to him and put a hand on his chest. “Gideon, stop. Nothing happened. We had a nice conversation and decided to leave things at that.”
Leave things at that.
Call him crazy, but he hadn’t spent much time dwelling on what would transpire during—and after—the dates. Jealousy reared its ugly head and, even as he fought for control, his words got away from him. “Did he hold your hand?”
She blinked. “I don’t know if I’d call it hand-holding—”
“Help you into your coat?” He took a step closer to her, crowding her and unable to stop. “Kiss you?” The thought of Mark in Gideon’s current position, leaning down to take Lucy’s mouth, made him crazy.
And, damn it, she saw it.
Lucy frowned. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.” Fucking everything. He kissed her to keep from saying anything else. Lucy responded instantly, her hands sliding up his chest to loop her arms around his neck, her body melting into his. Her instant yielding should have soothed him.
There were far too many “shoulds” when it came to Lucy Baudin.
He grabbed the hem of her dress and yanked it up as he tumbled her back onto the couch. Gideon had the presence of mind to catch himself so she didn’t bear the full brunt of his weight. The break in their kiss gave him the chance to say, “You want this.”
“That wasn’t a question. But yes.” She jerked his shirt out of his pants and went to work on the buttons. “I want to feel you.”
He palmed her pussy. “Then feel me.” He spread her and pushed a single finger into her. Lucy made one of those sexy fucking whimpers that he couldn’t get enough of and yanked his shirt apart, sending the last few buttons flying.
She shoved the shirt down his shoulders. “I need you, Gideon.”
He’d give every single dollar he owned to hear her say those words every single day of his life. It wasn’t his destiny, but he sure as hell planned to coax her to say it as often as he could during their time together. “Tell me. Guide me.”
“I, uh...” Her eyes shut for a split second as he circled her clit with his thumb. When she opened them again, there was new purpose there. “I want you in my mouth.”
He froze. “Lucy—” Fuck me, it’s like she pulled a fantasy right out of my goddamn head. He saw the exact moment her confidence wavered and bit back a curse. He was so determined to give her everything, he was missing signs.
Gideon shifted to sit next to her on the couch. He stopped her from going to the floor with a hand on her shoulder. “Open my pants.”
She didn’t hesitate. Lucy undid the front of his slacks and withdrew his cock. She stroked him once and then sucked him into her mouth. Gideon had expected some sort of cautious exploration, but she went after it like she was desperate for him.
As desperate for him as he was for her. He pulled her hair back so he could see his cock disappear between her deep purple lips. A sight he never thought he’d stand witness to. She opened her eyes and pinned him with a pleased look, and he couldn’t stand it a second longer. Keeping one hand holding her hair back, Gideon pulled her dress higher, baring her ass completely. He squeezed her ass and then ran his hand down until he could push two fingers into her.
Her eyes went wide then slid shut and she sucked him harder, faster.
“You like that? You like me playing with your pretty pussy while you have my cock in your mouth.” It wasn’t enough. He was so goddamn desperate for her that feeling her come on his fingers wouldn’t do a thing to take the edge off. He kept thinking about her wearing that peekaboo dress across the table from Mark and laughing at that fucker’s jokes, and inspiring a lifetime of filthy fantasies. “Give me a taste.”
He grabbed her around the hips and lifted her until her knees rested on the back of the couch on either side of his head. Gideon waited for her to start sucking his cock again before he ran his cheek up her thigh to her pussy. “So beautiful.” He licked her, teasing.
Or at least that was the plan.
She was so fucking drenched and tasted so fucking sweet, he lost his precarious hold on his control and gripped her thighs where they met her hips, raising her to his mouth and spreading her wider in the same move. She moaned around his cock and the sound drove him wilder. He licked and sucked her folds, growling against her hot skin. I’ve got my face buried in her pussy. Me. Not that asshole she went to dinner with.