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Vivi Renard wasn’t supposed to affect me like this. Ten years ago I paid her to do my homework. Now she’s drop dead gorgeous with plump red lips and a body that has me dreaming filthy things like a kid with his first crush.
What’s worse is she wants nothing to do with me–Prescott Beckham. But I’m the king when it comes to playing ruthless games. So she’d better be ready to drop her thong, because Vivi is going to end up in my bed sooner … or later. And I’m pretty damn sure it’s going to be sooner.
And now for another teaser …
“How many men have you fucked, Vivi? And what exactly have they done to you?”
She shoves her arms into her coat and pushes at me to get out of the booth. But I have zero intentions of going anywhere. “Let me out, Prescott.”
“Not until you answer me.”
“That’s none of your business. How many women have you been with?”
“Too many to count.”
Her jaw flops open and I close her mouth with a finger under her chin.
“You asked, Little Wolf.”
“Don’t call me that.”
“How many, Vivi? Tell me and I’ll let you go.”
“Why do you want to know?”
She’s so delicious sitting here, her mouth only inches from mine, it’s all I can do not to lean forward and close the distance between us. I want to feel those plump lips against me, wrapped around my cock as I push deep into her throat. I ache to hear her moan as I tongue her tight little pussy. I want to bind her in silk and fuck her until she begs me to stop. I know Vivi is inexperienced as shit—I can sense it—and I want to introduce her to sex, to raw, lusty, satisfying sex.
“So I know exactly how far I can take you.”
“How far you can take me … with what?”
“How many, Vivi?”
“Two. Now let me out.”
“Only if you promise to go out with me.”
“Fuck you, Prescott.”
“That’s precisely the idea.” Before she can think of anything else to say, I grab her chin in a firm grip and kiss her. At first, she kisses like a block of ice. Then she warms up, melts, and leans into me as she fists the sides of my jacket. There’s a whole lot more to Vivi Renard than she wants to admit and I plan to find out what lies beneath the surface.
When I set her free, her chest rises and falls with exertion. “I dare you to tell me you’re not wet. I dare you to tell me that tight little pussy of yours wouldn’t love for my cock to slide inside it right now. And I would go so far as to say that when you get home, your fingers will be doing that very thing, won’t they, Vivi?” I pause a moment to savor her shocked expression. “I was right about you, Little Wolf. You live up to your name I gave you. Except you’re not hungry for food. You’re starving for something much wilder, much more wicked than that.”
Standing, I allow her to get out of the booth. She’s trembling as she stands. “Vivi?”
“W-what?” she stutters.
“This time I’ll expect a call from you. Tomorrow to be exact.”
Her head bobs as she hurries out of the bar. When she’s gone, I call the head of security at Whitworth Enterprises.
“Jack, I need to get an address on Vivienne Renard.” I let him know she lives somewhere in Brooklyn and where she works. I also give him her mobile number. I’m confident I’ll have her address in a day or so.
I call the waitress over for the tab so I can get the fuck out of this place. My dick is so damn hard that if I don’t bust a nut soon, I’m going to go crazy. Rubbing one off to the fantasy of Vivi blowing me is going to have to tide me over until I get the real thing. I hope she doesn’t keep me waiting too damn long.
To get the rest of the story, you’ll have to read Chasing Vivi, now available on Kindle Unlimited!
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