Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 89093 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 445(@200wpm)___ 356(@250wpm)___ 297(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89093 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 445(@200wpm)___ 356(@250wpm)___ 297(@300wpm)
I am not JR’s captive.
He is my savior.
When I express that to the lady out loud, she peers at me as if I am crazy before brushing off my assurance with a scoff.
Her reply stuns me.
Seconds ago, I thought she was a kindhearted woman looking out for those in need. Now I realize she’s a judgmental old cow like the woman Isaac told me about the first time he took Isabelle to his penthouse.
Although our circumstances are starkly different—Isaac was very much embedded into Isabelle’s life by then—I can’t help but test his theory. Before JR has the chance to object, I dump my medical bag onto the floor, use it as a footstool to climb up his body, then seal my mouth over his.
His lips are surprisingly firm for someone who had their dick in my mouth only two hours ago, but within a couple of strokes of my tongue, he cracks open his mouth and returns my embrace.
Our kiss is animalistic, out of control, and not suitable for anyone below the age of eighteen. Just the long strokes of his tongue on the roof of my mouth have me ready to combust, much less the way he grips my ass so my pussy hovers above the ridge in his pants growing firmer the longer we kiss.
It’s needy, rough, and so goddamn perfect, I have no clue we’ve reached our floor until JR carries me out of the elevator before he opens the door to our room with his boot instead of the keycard.
As he walks us through the living room of our suite to the bedroom, I rip at his clothes, desperate to feel the heat of his skin under my hands.
By the time he tosses me onto the bed, I have his jacket undone and shirt bunched halfway up his fantastic stomach. The chances of absorbing his wickedly sexy body as it deserves is swiped out from beneath me when I take in the bruises extending from the swell of his left hip to above his ribcage. They’re not the standard black and blue coloring you see when a patient comes in with internal bleeding, but their freshness could be deceiving my better judgment.
As could my libido.
Conscious now isn’t the time to let my desires overtake my smarts, I slip off the bed, then carefully force JR onto it. He grunts his disapproval when my hands’ perusal of his body stops at his ribcage instead of his rapidly hardening cock, but when I shush him, he’s too surprised by my confidence to slacken it.
After ensuring I can’t feel any protruding bones or life-threatening contusions, I gather my stethoscope out of the medical bag JR must have collected from the floor before exiting the elevator.
The front of JR’s pants tightens even more when I blow hot air on the steel chest piece while stuffing the earpieces into my ear. His thoughts are as elsewhere as mine, but since he knows we won’t move onto the next stage until I’ve given him the all-clear, he pretends he’s the ideal patient.
“Can you breathe in deep for me? Nice big breaths.” While listening for any indicators that he punctured his lungs, I admire the expansive rise and fall of his chest when he does as asked. His pecs are bigger than my head, and the knowledge has me miscounting the thumps of his heart when I switch my focus from his lungs to his chest.
He has a robust heartbeat that grows more rampant when our eyes fleetingly lock for the quickest second. Our closeness has them appearing even more familiar. I swear I’ve seen them before, but for the life of me, I can’t work out where.
“Have we met befo—”
In quicker than I can blink, JR tugs the stethoscope prongs out of my ears, throws it across the room, pulls me onto the bed, rolls me over, then reacquaints our lips.
Sweet lord, this man knows how to kiss.
He is as controlling throughout it as he is with everything else he does, but not in a domineering take-whatever-he-wants way. His grip on my hair is so firm, I can’t mistake that it’s weaved throughout the knots, but not hard enough I can’t pull back from his mouth if I want to.
Not that I’d ever want to do that!
His kiss is too sublime for that. Too heated. It goes above and beyond any kiss I’ve ever had, and it sees me deepening our embrace. I kiss him hard, desperate to experience everything he’s willing to give me, and he answers my pleas in a way I could have never imagined.
Our kiss takes on a life of its own. It sparks something from deep within me and has me acting like I’ve never done before. I tug at the waistband of JR’s sweatpants without my mouth once leaving his. I swallow down his groan when my impatience to wrap my hand around his velvety shaft has me jacking him off before the waistband of his pants is halfway down ass.