Total pages in book: 110
Estimated words: 111278 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 556(@200wpm)___ 445(@250wpm)___ 371(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 111278 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 556(@200wpm)___ 445(@250wpm)___ 371(@300wpm)
Filling up a glass from the counter, she swallowed the pills down, then got ready for bed.
Dominic was trying not to read too much into the stuffie lying on the floor by the bed. So what if she carried around a stuffed toy when she went on vacation? A lot of adults probably did.
It didn’t mean anything. And he wouldn’t ask and embarrass her, either.
He drew the curtains closed, then dimmed the lights. Gwen came out as he was turning the music on to something calming.
“What’s all this?” she asked.
“Just trying to get you to relax, darling girl. You go ahead and get into bed. Lie on your front.”
“O-okay.”
“Is there any oil in the bathroom?” he asked.
“Oh, uh, I think there’s some body oil by the sink, actually.”
He moved into the bathroom and grabbed a towel. But he couldn’t see the oil. Opening a drawer, he spotted a pill dispenser in there.
Frowning, he drew it out and opened one of the small boxes. What could she be taking pills for?
Well. There could be a lot of reasons. And he was invading her privacy. So he quickly put the dispenser back.
Still . . . he’d feel better if he knew what was going on with her so he could watch over her.
Easy, man.
She’s not yours.
Yet.
He found the oil in the drawer and grabbed it before walking back out into the bedroom.
“Took you a while,” she said as she watched him from where she lay face down on the bed.
“Sorry, Shortcake.” He held up the oil. “Found it. You okay if I draw your top up?”
For some reason, she stiffened. Then she let out a sigh. “All right.” She slid her pajama top up, revealing a whole lot of lovely skin.
Shit. Maybe he wasn’t ready for this.
Taking a deep breath, he winced as his cock pressed against his jeans.
He wasn’t some teenage boy anymore. He should be able to control his body’s reactions.
Not around her, though, apparently.
All he needed was to see a bit of her skin and he wanted more.
“Dominic? Oh, crap. Have I turned you off?” She flicked the back of her top down. “Shoot. I have back rolls, don’t I? I avoid looking. It’s depressing, to be honest.”
Wait. What?
Here he was, fighting to get control of his dick so he could walk without wincing, and she thought he didn’t want her because she had back rolls?
“Stop that right now,” he growled.
Shoot. He was losing control. Closing his eyes, he took a deep breath in and then let it out slowly. Opening his eyes, he saw she was sitting up with her legs pulled to her chest, looking so young and vulnerable.
“If you want to go, I’ll set the lock behind you. Tell me how much I owe you for it, and I’ll leave the money at reception.”
Oh, hell no.
“First off, the lock is a gift, and you will not be paying me for it, young lady.”
Her eyes widened at the ‘young lady.’ Or maybe it was his stern tone. He’d noticed how she reacted to that tone before.
“Second of all, did I say anything about you turning me off?”
“It was obvious.” Heat entered her eyes, wiping away the vulnerability from before.
“Obvious? I don’t see how, when it was the last thing I felt. What did I just tell you I wanted to do to you?”
She lowered her legs. That was better.
He could see the soft sway of her breasts under her top.
Damn, focus, man.
He’d never had focus issues before.
“Um, you said you wanted to, uh, lick my pussy,” she whispered.
“I most definitely wasn’t turned off. Quite the opposite. I was over here, telling my cock to stop behaving like he thought we were back in our twenties.”
Her eyes widened. “What?”
“I said, I was over here, looking at all that beautiful skin you just revealed, wondering how I was going to get my dick under control.”
Her mouth opened and shut. “I turned you on?”
“I do not like that doubt in your voice, darling girl,” he growled at her.
Her fingers twisted together. “I’m . . . I’m not thin, though. Or young.”
“Baby, I’m nearly ten years older than you. Do you think my body was what it once was? I have lines and gray hair. Although, apparently my dick hasn’t gotten the memo that I’m in my fifties.” He rearranged himself, looking to make himself more comfortable.
“You’re really hard because of me?”
“I want you. I’m just holding back until we know each other a bit better.” He hated how bad her self-esteem was. But he’d tell her how beautiful she was until she believed it.
“Sorry. I know what you said. It’s just . . . sometimes I get this voice in my head and it reminds me of every flaw that I have, that I’m not good enough.”
What the fuck? Who had ever told this darling girl that she wasn’t good enough?