Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 61160 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 306(@200wpm)___ 245(@250wpm)___ 204(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61160 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 306(@200wpm)___ 245(@250wpm)___ 204(@300wpm)
He remained silent for several moments, looking torn between leaving me here alone and pulling me closer.
“If you’re worried about red eyes, don’t be. I have the ultimate kit.” I pulled out eye drops, a pack of mini Twinkies, and three pairs of oversized sunglasses. “No one will ever know we’re blazed, and if you’re against it, we can do everything sober, of course.”
“I’m not the slightest bit worried about anything.” He took the Twinkies and a pair of shades from me. “I’d like to join you.”
“For the Ferris Wheel and dessert part, or the weed part?”
“All of it.”
* * *
An hour later
High as a summer kite, I laughed as the wheel rose into the night sky. William placed his blazer over my shoulders, keeping his eyes on mine with every new spin.
For some strange reason, we had the entire ride to ourselves. What’s more, there wasn’t a single person anywhere near the pier, which was an anomaly for a Saturday night.
As we rounded the bottom, I pointed to the photo booth.
“We should take a few shots in there together before we leave.”
“You’re changing your mind about my photo?”
“No. The entire collection would be for you, since you can’t stop staring at me. You’re also off my weed-list after this. You’re far too calm when you’re high.”
He laughed, leaning closer, and his lips landed against mine. First gently, then possessively.
He cupped my neck and slid his tongue against my mouth, demanding complete and utter control. Giving in, I moved into his lap, shutting my eyes as he dominated my lips for what felt like forever.
We made four more spins above the city before the ride attendant brought our ride to a screeching halt.
Why does that ride attendant look like the same guy we saw in the hotel garage?
William helped me out of the cart, gripping my hips and pushing me against its metal door. Without a word, his lips returned to mine, and he threaded his fingers through my hair.
His cock hardened against me and I moaned against his mouth.
“We should go back to my hotel,” he whispered.
“Yes.” I nodded, breathless. “Now.”
Reckless as Ever
Chloe
“For fuck’s sake…”
William shook his head when we rounded the corner of The Four Seasons. A crowd was surrounding the front entrance, and the line for the garage wrapped around the block.
“There’s a huge concert in town tonight,” I said. “One of the artists must be staying at your hotel. The elevators will probably be a nightmare. Want to try my place instead?”
“Absolutely.”
With his hand sliding up and down my thigh, I guided him to my part of town.
When we approached my building, William steered the car into an alley.
I pretended I didn’t see three guys pitching a tent under the exit door or the homeless guy who constantly harassed me for my morning coffee.
“Should I be worried about leaving my car here?” he asked.
“No, but you should consider moving it in a couple hours.”
“Good to know.”
Ever the gentleman, he helped me out of the car—letting me lead him inside.
The hallway lights flickered uncontrollably, and the worn, wooden floorboards creaked while we walked. The closer we stepped to my unit, the more I slipped out of my trance and remembered where I actually lived. How messy I’d left my room.
Shit. I can’t let him see the inside of my apartment.
“I had a really great time with you tonight, William,” I whispered at my door. “I think this might rank in my top three birthdays of all time.”
“Mine, too.” He tightened his grip around my waist. “You should open the door to your place now.”
“I want to, but…”
“But what?”
“I didn’t clean my furniture before I left.”
“I promise I won’t be focusing on your furniture.”
“There are clothes all over the carpet.”
“Open the door.”
“And the air conditioning may or may not be working.”
“Chloe.” His lips met mine again, making me forget every other excuse I had to offer. “Open the door.”
I twisted the key in the lock, but I didn’t turn it. There was one more excuse sitting on the edge of my lips.
“I might’ve exaggerated the whole ‘lots of casual sex’ thing,” I said. “Actually, I might’ve made all of that up.”
“Trust me.” He smiled. “I’m aware.”
“I mean, just in case you’re expecting something from the Kama Sutra, or—” I stopped talking as he slid a hand under my dress and tore off my lace panties, stuffing them into his pocket.
“I’m not expecting anything,” he said, his voice low, “except for you to open the door, unless you want all your neighbors to see me fucking you.”
“I wouldn’t … We can go inside.” I didn’t make a move to unlock the knob, though.
Smiling, he covered my hand with his, twisting the lock for me. He pushed the door open, and I stepped inside with him, matching him step for step—him backing me against my closet.