Total pages in book: 37
Estimated words: 34442 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 172(@200wpm)___ 138(@250wpm)___ 115(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34442 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 172(@200wpm)___ 138(@250wpm)___ 115(@300wpm)
Truthfully, I had no idea what I was dreaming, but I was certain it wasn’t even half as good as what I was feeling.
Lips I knew belonged to the man who owned my heart continued their seductive path down, down, down my back, over my ass, and along the backs of my thighs.
Oh boy. This is niiiiice.
I fluttered my eyes open and turned over from my belly to my back.
Instantly, Kline looked up at me from his perch between my thighs.
Yes. This is definitely nice.
“Mornin’, baby,” he greeted, and I shivered.
“Morning,” I whispered back, and my thighs appeared to have a mind of their own, already spreading wide open at his words.
The look on his face could make the panties of a million women fall straight off in a blink of an eye. Thankfully, though, I was the only woman on the planet who was lucky enough to be on the receiving end of one of Kline Brooks’s signature sexy, swoony smirks.
I knew I was completely biased, but my husband, for all intents and purposes, was the king of swoon.
That expression of his turned downright salacious when his blue eyes flitted from my steady gaze to the spot between my thighs. The one place on my body that always seemed to ache for him.
“Damn, what a glorious fucking morning this is,” he whispered, and his warm breath brushed across my skin in a way that urged what felt like an infinite amount of goose bumps to make their appearance on my body. He looked up at me and waggled his brows. “And after our wild and crazy adventure last night, I think it’s safe to say this perfect morning is warranted.”
“I second that thought.” A giggle jumped from my throat. There was no denying our romantic getaway had hit quite the speed bump last night, but then again, unexpected fires and emergency evacuations had a way of changing up the plans.
Kline chuckled, but then, in a flash, his eyes turned hot and fiery. “Thankfully, I’m prepared to atone for last night. Four Georgie orgasms for every speed bump we’ve encountered.”
I computed the math in my head.
One speed bump equals…
“Kline.” My jaw dropped. “But that’s four orgasms…”
“It sure fucking is,” he commented, eyes serious and head offering one curt nod.
No time to waste, he leaned forward to press his mouth against me.
I moaned and my back arched, and it was apparent my husband was a man on a fucking mission, eating and licking and sucking at me like he was trying to hit the Guinness World Record for quickest orgasm ever to occur.
“Oh my God, Kline,” I whimpered, and my legs shook so hard I had to reach down and grip his hair with my hands just to give myself the illusion of steady.
But there was nothing steady about this. He was a man possessed by the sole intention of making me come, and I was at the mercy of his mouth.
And that intention of his came to fruition in warp-speed fashion.
“That’s it, baby,” he whispered against my skin. “Come on my tongue.”
Between one breath and the next, my climax clutched me hard, wrapping me up so tight in a weighted blanket of intensity that I felt as if I would explode from the inside out.
Waves of pleasure chugged through my body like a fucking freight train.
“H-h-holy shit! Oh my God!” I moaned and whimpered, and God knows what other noises jumped from my lungs.
“That’s one,” he said, and I barely had time to catch my breath before he gripped my thighs, got to his knees, and slid himself inside me.
The glorious sensation of his cock filling me up made my eyes roll back, and more moans escaped my lips.
“That’s it, baby,” Kline said, his voice all sexy and raspy. “Let me feel that perfect pussy of yours tighten around my cock.”
“You feel so good,” I whimpered. “Keep going.”
“Oh, trust me,” he said, completely full of himself. “I’m not stopping until all four of your orgasms have been achieved.”
And did he achieve his goal? Well, let’s just say my husband is a man of his word.
When Kline Brooks says he’s giving you four orgasms, he’s going to give you four motherflipping orgasms.
Surely, this had to be a sign that my Valentine’s curse had finally decided to leave Cabo and go bother someone else…right?
At a little after one, freshly showered and sitting on the balcony, I was enjoying the soft sounds of the ocean while I scanned through a few work emails.
I’d woken up Georgie at eight this morning and commandeered her sexy little body for over four hours in the name of blowing her fucking mind.
Thankfully, it’d been a successful mission, and the horrors of last night had almost all been carried away with the wind.
And the seductive power my once-virginal-and-innocent Benny girl wielded over me evoked the kind of intensity and arousal that didn’t require shit like Viagra to engage in hours-long, marathon sex, so it hadn’t been even the slightest of a burden.