Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 78304 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 392(@200wpm)___ 313(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78304 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 392(@200wpm)___ 313(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
Just as the thought enters my brain, the ball goes over the net, and Julian pops up, ready to make the return. His arms stretch out in front of him, and as he makes contact, his muscles contract, making the apex of my legs do the same.
He spikes the ball over the net, and before anyone on our side can get to it, it hits the sand, giving them the point they need to win the game.
“Hell yeah!” Julian yells, pointing at me and grinning as he runs over to me. “Just call me Master, baby, because I’m the master of damn near everything.”
“Congratulations, Master,” I say dryly, patting his hard, glistening chest. “Now, how about you go be the master of cleaning up our stuff that we left over by our chairs so I can head up to our room and start getting ready for dinner?”
My dad texted earlier and asked us to go on a double date with him and Selene since he hasn’t seen us all day. With them being a bit older, they chose to relax indoors and booked a couples spa day.
“Yeah, yeah.” Julian chuckles. “I’ll meet you upstairs.”
With a kiss to my cheek, he takes off toward our chairs, and I head in the opposite direction with the hope of getting to our room with enough time to give myself some sexual relief.
Since I’m full of sand from playing volleyball, I grab my waterproof vibrator and take it with me into the bathroom. I turn the water on hot and leave my suit on so I can rinse it off.
After rinsing the sand off me, I remove my bikini bottoms and top and hang them on the hook to dry out.
Lifting one leg onto the shower bench, I push the vibrator inside me with one hand while pinching my nipple with the other. The vibration instantly hits me in all the right places, and I close my eyes, more than ready to get some relief.
Usually, if I want to get off, I either turn to a steamy page in one of my favorite romance books, or if I’m lazy, I check out some porn that I’d never admit to watching. But with Julian fresh in my mind, as I stand under the spray with my vibrator doing its job, I don’t need anything but the visual of him to get me off.
“How about you let me help you with that?” a masculine voice says.
At first, I think it’s my mind playing tricks on me … imagining Julian’s sexy voice while I get off to the images of him today. Only a second later, when his front presses against my back and his hand wraps around my hand that’s holding the vibrator, I realize I’m not imagining his voice and he’s actually in the shower with me.
My eyes shoot open, and I glance back at him.
“What are you doing?” I whisper, too turned on to be embarrassed over getting caught with a sex toy between my legs. A woman has needs …
“What I want to know is why you’re using this”—with his hand wrapped around mine, he pulls the vibrator out, and my body immediately weeps at the loss—“when you have me at your disposal.”
He turns me around and presses me up against the wall, and it’s then I notice he’s still in his board shorts.
“Because unlike you, my vibrator doesn’t come with any strings or complications.”
He nods, knowing I’m not wrong. Every time we get too close, my brain malfunctions, and my pussy does all the thinking. But the second I’m away from Julian, my brain remembers what my pussy refuses to acknowledge—getting involved with him would be stupid on many levels. And I pride myself on being smart.
“Okay,” he says, leaning in and nipping at my bottom lip. “Then, let’s keep it uncomplicated.”
I should note that he doesn’t say stringless, but I’m too busy thinking with my pussy because as he finishes his sentence, he punctuates it by sucking my bottom lip into his mouth.
As I lean against the cool wall, he lets go of my lip and then trails kisses along my jaw and over to my ear. “Can I make you come, Red?” he whispers against the shell of my ear.
And just like that, my brain has left the building, leaving my pussy to do all the thinking. And of course, that slut is all about coming.
I nod my answer, but that’s not good enough for Julian.
“I need to hear the words,” he murmurs in between sucking on my heated flesh. “Tell me you want me to pin you against this wall and shove my cock so deep inside you that you don’t know where I end and you begin.” He kisses and sucks on my clavicle. “Tell me you want me to fuck you so good that you come all over my goddamn cock.”