Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 74940 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 375(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74940 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 375(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
“I don’t bloody know anymore. I think it’s time for me to leave.”
She turns, but I grab her shoulder and shove her against the door. “You sure about that?”
“Are you leaving?” she asks.
Something in her voice makes me consider her question. I was intent on leaving. Told Brett I was out unless Misty left.
I glance at my small bag standing near the entrance to my bedroom. Why didn’t I pack everything if I was sure I was out?
I rub at my forehead. “I don’t fucking know. I’m not sure it matters.”
“What if it does?” she asks softly.
Talk about mixed signals. Is she interested in me? She all but said a rancher’s life isn’t for her, and she couldn’t wait to spread her legs for Brett this morning.
But God, something about her calls to me. That creamy skin, that lush blond hair, those gorgeous and full pink lips...
Without thinking further, I bend toward her, still gripping her shoulder, and slide my lips over her silky neck.
Then I bite into her flesh, as if I’m a vampire about to claim her.
She gasps, but she doesn’t pull away.
Instead, she throws one leg around my hips.
I release her neck and trail soft kisses to her ear. “What about Brett?” I whisper. “What about the others?”
Before she can reply, I’m shoving her shorts over her hips to reveal her pink pussy. She’s commando. Nice. My cock pulses.
“You going to answer me?” I ask as she steps out of her shorts.
I drop to my knees, close my eyes, inhale her fruity musk.
“I’m... I’m not committing to anyone... Anything...” she says on a soft sigh.
But my tongue is already sliding over her slit, swirling around her clit, sucking up her delicious juices. She tastes like honey mixed with lemon, and I can’t fucking get enough.
Who else has tasted this pussy?
Fuck.
I eat her hard and fast, licking, sucking, biting, my cock hardening further with her every moan. She threads her hands through my hair, guiding me, grinding into my face. It won’t be long now.
If only I could take her back into my bedroom, continue what we started last night... And this morning...
But no.
Instead, when she’s nearing the brink, I slide two fingers into her heat, and she explodes all over my face.
I continue for a moment, pulling as much climax as I can out of her, and then I move away from her and rise.
She’s flushed and beautiful, her lips parted slightly. How I’d love to kiss them, let her taste herself on my tongue.
Instead, I walk to the door to my suite. “You are not being monitored,” I tell Emily. “You are not being watched here or in your own room. None of you ladies are. We would never violate your privacy like that. If you don’t believe me, you should go too.”
Then I open the door and gesture for her to leave.
EPISODE 76
THANKS FOR THE ADVICE
Sienna
I’m packed for a few days. I left my bag outside my suite for a staff member to bring down, and I end up back in the kitchen of the mansion drinking some fresh orange juice. Its bright and sunny sweetness cascades over my tastebuds. I’m going to miss this—the incredible food and drink here. Fresh-squeezed orange juice every morning along with breakfast made to order. No fewer than five staff members have asked me if I want something to eat, but I’ve said no each time.
All I want is this sunshine in a glass for now.
That...and to stop waffling about what to do once I get home. One minute I’m sure my mind is made up, and the next... Yeah, pour syrup on me.
Heather’s words echo in my mind.
Go with your heart. Even if you get hurt again and again and again, your heart will always lead you where you need to be.
I finish my juice when a familiar voice jolts me out of my thoughts.
“Good morning,” Marc says.
I look up into his beautiful baby blues. “Hey.”
“I just brought your bag down.” He pauses. “Going someplace?”
I nod. “Home. I’m leaving.”
Marc’s eyebrows dart up, and he glances around the kitchen. Finding it empty but for the two of us, he turns back to me. “Is this because...”
Because of him? Is he serious?
Marc was not my finest moment. I used him for orgasms and then kicked him out. I look him over—his gorgeous muscled body, his dark hair, his dark-blue eyes. In the light of day, he’s even hotter. Now that I’ve decided to leave, I don’t want him worrying about his job.
“I have a family emergency,” I tell him. “Evangeline arranged for me to get home quickly. There’s been an accident.”
He furrows his brow and steps closer to where I’m still sitting at the table. “I’m sorry. Are you coming back?”
Before I even think about it, I shake my head. “I think my time here is over.”