Profit & Lace Read Online Abby Angel, Alexis Angel

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, BDSM, Billionaire, Erotic, Romance Tags Authors: ,
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Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 69456 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 347(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
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“Yeah, keep telling yourself that, buddy,” he scoffs, patting me on the arm and sitting down on the seat where I was. He leans back and crosses his legs, smiling at Eliza as if I weren’t standing just a few feet away from the two of them.

I look at Eliza, waiting for her to say something, but she just takes a sip of her whisky and folds her legs.

“C’mon, Eliza, let’s get out of here,” I say, while closing the distance between her and I. I offer her my hand, but she just looks at it with a cocked eyebrow, almost as if she hasn’t understood what I just said.

“I’m sorry?”

“Let’s get out of here,” I repeat, but she just leans back against her chair and sighs, an annoyed expression on her face.

“I don’t know what kind of woman you usually go out with, Carter, but I can assure you I’m not a piece of property. You don’t own me,” she whispers with a dead serious expression, and I let my hand fall to my side. She’s blowing me off, and right in front of Derek.

“No, I don’t own you. But neither does Derek. And I don’t believe you want to spend your evening with him when you can --”

“I’m my own woman,” she says, going up to her feet and staring me down. “And I’m perfectly capable of making my own decisions.” With that, she walks past me and goes to Derek’s side. Laying one hand on his shoulder, she then turns to me. “I had an evening planned, and I’m not the kind of woman to go back on her word. Let’s get out of here, Derek,” she finishes off, grabbing Derek’s hand and pulling him up to his feet.

“Goodnight, Carter,” she offers before turning her back to me and dragging Derek behind her. I stare at the two of them as they walk across the bar, making a straight line toward the elevators. They step inside with hurried steps and, when the doors finally close in on them, I realize that I’m clenching my jaw so hard that my bones seem to be rattling.

Here I was, believing that I was just a few seconds away from convincing Eliza to join me at my apartment, and now this.

What the fuck just happened?

Chapter Thirteen

Eliza

Derek and I barely make it inside the limo before I wrap my arms around his neck and bring our lips together. Carter does not fucking own me, but this isn’t about Carter. Not even a little bit. This is about the hot, steamy tension that’s been building between Derek and I for as long as I can remember. I’ve wanted Derek for a long time, and if the rapidly hardening cock I feel against my thigh is any indication, I’d say it’s definitely a two way attraction.

I know people say you shouldn’t mix business with pleasure, but those people have never had to do business with the irresistible force that is Derek Stackford. Derek is a man who rarely hears the word 'no' in the boardroom, or the bedroom. He sure as hell won’t be hearing no from me tonight, unless it’s “no please don’t stop.” My desire for Derek is like a runaway train and I don’t want it to stop. I want to give in to what my body wants, and what it wants right now is Derek.

“What are you doing?” He asks me, short of breath, as he pulls back from my kiss.

“What does it look like?” I shoot right back at him, narrowing my eyes into slits as I run my tongue over my lower lip.

“You’re a dangerous one, aren’t you?” He asks me again but, this time, he doesn’t wait for a reply. Taking one hand to the nape of my neck, he leans into me again and crushes his mouth against mine.

Derek wastes no time taking control of our kiss. His fingers wind through my hair, wrapping my silky locks around his fist and pulling my head back all the better to plunder my mouth with what I’m finding out is an extremely talented tongue. Derek’s tongue dives deeper into my mouth starting a fire under my skin that only he can control. The kiss sends a riot of sensation spiraling through my body as I lean close, intertwining our tongues, and tasting whiskey and something else underneath that’s uniquely Derek. Derek taps lightly on the tinted partition that separates us from the driver. I feel the limo pull smoothly away from the curb.

“Where are we going?” I ask even though I don’t give one single damn. All I want is to be spread out across these black leather seats with Derek’s cock inside me, sending me on a one way trip to ecstasy.

“Nowhere,” he says, “Max knows that’s the signal to just . . . drive.”


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