Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 43653 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 218(@200wpm)___ 175(@250wpm)___ 146(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 43653 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 218(@200wpm)___ 175(@250wpm)___ 146(@300wpm)
“You won’t regret it,” I rumble, turning to escort her to my car. “I promise, you won’t.”
And I have every intention of making good on my word. Because I love Evie. She is mine, and I am hers … I just have to make her see that.
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
Evie
I gasp as we pull up to the big stone house. It isn’t even really a house; it’s a mansion. Acres and acres of manicured lawns surround the imposing building with a fountain in front, a big circular drive, and a huge, sparkling infinity pool that drops off to the horizon on the side.
“Is-is this all yours?” I stammer. My Spidey sense has been tingling for the last fifteen minutes because the car Stone is driving is no mere car. It’s a luxury sports car, a top of the line silver Jag with all of the accoutrements. It has buttery leather interiors, touchscreen displays, and a motor that hums like pure sex itself, rumbling with a deep growl.
Stone can tell how shocked I am and how arousing I find it all.
“Like what you see, baby?” he asks silkily. “If you’re a good girl, I’ll let you drive it.”
I color, my knees drifting apart as if he’s just touched me. His warm words gust against my cunt. The big man laughs, attuned to every inch of my body and every shiver of sensation that courses through my frame.
“Oh, I’ll let you drive it and then some,” he growls, eying me hungrily. “This gearshift is good for something, don’t you agree?” he asks. His big hand strokes the ten-inch protrusion, the knob a gleaming silver, curved just so.
To my shame, heat courses through me again. My pussy tingles as electricity runs through my pelvic region, making me wet. Oh my god, Stone is so fucking dirty, and I love it. What could we do with the gearshift? Hump it? Wipe my kitty all over the knob, bearing down until it slips inside, my pussy lips parting over the sleek metal? Oh fuck, I am a dirty bitch, a horny little girl. Reading my body like a master, Stone laughs again, his eyes wicked.
“That’s right, and I have even more planned,” he whispers, devouring my plump form with his gaze. My swimsuit suddenly feels so hot, tight, and uncomfortable. “But first, we need to talk.”
I almost die then. I’m so desperate at this point that I want Stone to fuck me right here in this little cab of a car. Take me, use me, and make me his come slut once more. But he’s already shutting off the car and getting out, striding to my side before opening the door and hauling me out into his arms.
“Mmm,” he breathes. “I’ve missed you, little girl.”
And that brings me back to my senses. Because Stone disappeared for a year with no trace, breaking my heart, and now he’s back, playing with me, toying with me, and making me want him within twenty minutes of his reappearing. Shame courses through me. How can I be so weak and so spineless?
I take a deep breath and square my shoulders, looking him straight in the eye.
“We do need to talk,” I confirm. “Like adults, with no ass-pinching and no name-calling.”
The man merely quirks an eyebrow at me. “You didn’t like the butt stroke, baby?” he drawls. “I could swear you liked it, and besides, I never call you anything … except in bed.”
I color again. “The past is the past,” I say stiffly, trying my best to shoot him a glare. “We’re here to talk.”
Stone smiles secretively before bowing at the waist and gesturing toward the house with a flourish.
“After you,” he rumbles, his eyes dancing.
I ignore his dramatic ways and make my way to the huge double doors of the mansion. When they swing open, I gasp again because the interior is magnificent, like something straight out of Architectural Digest or another decorator’s magazine. White couches are scattered about a massive living space, complete with two flat screen TVs, parquet floors, and even a small bar with ornate wood paneling and countless high-end liquors. I’m astonished. My eyes grow wide at the luxury before me.
“Beautiful, isn’t it?” remarks Stone. “Plus, there’s this.” His fingers fly over a remote, pushing buttons.
I watch, stunned, as the drapes draw back on motorized wheels to reveal floor-to-ceiling windows, showing off the manicured grounds behind the house as well as the infinity pool. The blue water of the pool glows with interior lights, almost too beautiful to swim in.
But Stone is having none of it.
“Come on,” he murmurs, opening the patio door and pulling me outside. “We might as well sit by the pool as we chat. It’s gorgeous, and honey, you look delectable in that swimsuit,” he remarks, throwing another grin my way.
I flush. “We’re talking business,” I admonish, trying to keep things kosher. “Strictly business,” I remind him again.