Total pages in book: 13
Estimated words: 11446 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 57(@200wpm)___ 46(@250wpm)___ 38(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 11446 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 57(@200wpm)___ 46(@250wpm)___ 38(@300wpm)
“You, too.” Sparks shoot through my body, lighting it up from the inside out when her soft palm touches mine. Aurora smiles, but her expressive green eyes tell me it’s a show. She’d rather be anywhere but here with me, and I honestly can’t blame her. I have my work cut out for me if I want to convince the goddess who owns my heart to forgive me, but I’ll do whatever it takes to make her mine. Even take on the God of Love.
“Would you like to have a seat, and we can discuss business?” I point at the chrome and leather torture device in front of my desk and wince. This is why I need to have my home remodeled. The over-the-top tacky decor Arond, my former assistant, chose has suddenly gotten old. As a fae commander, I’m rarely on the Celestial Falls side of the Olympian Barrier, the portal that separates the human-shifter world from our fae realm. Figuring I would never be here, I allowed my eccentric former assistant to have free rein when renovating the apartment. Big fucking mistake. I can’t take this atrocity any longer.
When my dragon stepmother suggested I hire Design Goddesses to redecorate my penthouse, I saw the advantages. I get Aurora alone in my home for the foreseeable future, and my soulmate will decorate the apartment to meet her tastes.
“Thank you.” She’s stiff as a board. I watch the curvy little cougar-goddess slide into the uncomfortable chair before walking around my desk to sit in my own torture device. “I want to apologize in advance. My mother took the information from your assistant.” She gets right down to business. “So, I only have the bare basics. You want your entire penthouse remodeled?” She raises an eyebrow, waiting for me.
Her choice of words brings to mind fantasies of her delicious, curvy body spread out bare-ass naked on my black silk sheets. Slamming the door on my inconveniently timed thoughts, I pull myself together and smile. “Let’s take a walk through the apartment and I’ll show you the problem.” A picture is worth a thousand words. She can see the train wreck for herself.
I listen to her high heels click on the marble floors as she follows me through the penthouse. My cock grows hard at the thought of those heels digging into my back as I fuck her into next year. I pull my jacket closed to hide the evidence of what my little goddess does to me and concentrate on the job at hand. Winning my soulmate’s heart.
Stopping every now and then, I point out horrendously awful parts. “I want that monstrosity gone,” I growl. Who in the hell puts a naked cherub smoking a cigar standing over a large oval bathtub? I shudder internally, wondering if my former assistant had mental issues. Maybe I’ll donate the horrible artwork to Aurora’s father.
“We can definitely get rid of that.” As Aurora’s lips twitch, I feel my cock harden even further. The fucker is imagining those juicy lips are coming for him. In my mind, I can picture her kneeling in front of me sucking my cock to the back of her throat. The fantasies are getting too real. Pulling my head out of my ass, I give her a forced smile and continue the tour before I throw her down on the bed and demonstrate my fantasies.
“Why don’t we have lunch and discuss the specifics?” I lay my palm across her back and feel electricity slide up my spine. Fuck. I’m in so much trouble. At this moment, I can see why Cupid lets his wife carry his balls around in her purse. These Amor women pack a punch.
My phone buzzes in my pocket, interrupting our meeting, and I intend to ignore it until I hear my stepbrother’s voice in my head. “Pick up, asshole.” Fucker. I hate that the dragon bastard can pull the annoying little trick.
“Excuse me.” I lead Aurora into the living room. “I have to take a call.”
Rushing to my office, I close the door and pull out my blasted cellphone. Glancing down, I see four missed calls from my stepbrother. “What the fuck do you want?” That asshole hasn’t ever reached out to me this many times in one day.
“I’m trying to help you,” Blaze growls. “My mother begged me to make sure you don’t fuck up things with Aurora.”
Why does my entire family think I’m going to fuck this up? “I don’t need your help.” I pinch the bridge of my nose, trying to thwart the massive headache beginning in my temples.
“I beg to differ.” In my mind, I picture the arrogant asshole shaking his head. “You fucked it up royally the last time.” The horrified look on eighteen-year-old Aurora’s beautiful face flashes through my mind causing my heart to clench. I might’ve fucked things up with her years ago, but I won’t make the same mistake again.