Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 77341 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 387(@200wpm)___ 309(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77341 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 387(@200wpm)___ 309(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
“Foxx?”
Bianca’s sleepy voice rings through the hotel room. The sound of the slumber still thick in her tone makes me smile. My wife. Who I love.
I go to her, opening the door and peeking in. She’s lying in the middle of the bed, waiting for me to come to her.
My heart thumps on the heels of my conversation with Jason.
“Hey,” I say, slipping into bed beside her. She wastes no time curling up next to me. This is how it’s supposed to be. “How do you feel today?”
She laughs. “Tired. Sore. Ready to go again.”
My chest shakes as I chuckle.
“What are we going to do today?”
I shrug. “What do you want to do today?”
“Well, I’ve been thinking about it …” She smiles. “I was thinking we could order room service for breakfast because I saw something about croissant French toast and that’s totally my vibe. While we wait, we could exchange some oral just to start the day off nice and easy.”
That’s it. She’s the perfect woman.
“Then we could maybe do something outside—just to get some fresh air,” she says. “But nothing too outdoorsy. Just because I want to do something outside doesn’t mean I want to be an outside girl.”
I snort. “Explain that, please.”
She sits up. “Okay, it’s like this. I like to get fresh air and sun. Hiking is fine if there aren’t bugs. Swimming is great if I can see the bottom. We can go camping with air-conditioning and hot, running water. Otherwise, not my idea of a good time.”
Bianca’s tits are in my face. I have no idea what she just said.
“What?” I ask.
“How did you not—”
I take one of her nipples in my mouth. They’re at mouth height. I’m a man.
She pushes me away. “Foxx, I was talking.”
“Sorry. I can’t help myself.”
She sighs. “I’ll summarize. I like the outdoors, but don’t do bugs.”
I shake my head. You are too adorable. “That’s not how that works.”
“I think you can make it happen.”
“You have a lot of faith in me,” I say.
“So don’t let me down.” She watches me expectantly. “So you know …”
I flinch. “What? Do you want fucked again?”
“No. I mean, yes,” she says, laughing. “But we need to get the food order in because I don’t want to get cranky.”
I drag her down until she’s lying flat against me, then cup her face in my hands.
“Do you think I’m scared of you if you’re cranky?” I ask.
“You should be.”
I gently kiss her lips.
“Then we could maybe do something outside—just to get some fresh air.”
Okay, I did hear her. Sort of.
What can we do outside that’s not in public? I think about it for a second and come up with an idea.
I kiss her again, pulling away as she tries to deepen it.
“Hey!” she protests.
“Food first.” I roll her off me and then climb out of bed. “I’m going to order for us. When I get back, be naked and spread out for me.”
Her giggles follow me out of the room.
CHAPTER 22
Bianca
“Don’t move!” I grip both sides of the kayak for dear life. “This thing is going to—ah!”
He laughs behind me, shifting his weight just enough for the vessel to shake. I recoil from the turtle jetting below us like he’s in a race.
“We’re not going to flip. Relax,” Foxx says from behind me.
My heart pounds as I scan the area for wildlife—mostly wildlife of the carnivorous variety. Since the man at the rental shack warned us to stay out of the vegetation because alligators hang out there, I’ve been a little on edge.
“Who said this was fun?” I ask, watching a school of fish beneath the glass bottom of the kayak.
“Jess.”
“Well, that was your first mistake.”
He laughs again. “Why is that?”
I look over my shoulder at Foxx. His white T-shirt sticks to his body, thanks to my handiwork with a water bottle. His legs are long and lean in a pair of green board shorts. I wish his sunglasses were off, though. I’d love to see those blue eyes.
“Jess’s chicken ruined our wedding cake,” I remind him. “Yet you trusted him to pick our honeymoon adventure?”
“Look around. This is pretty fucking cool.”
“Yeah, well, it would’ve been pretty and cool to be fucking you right now instead of worrying that the only thing that’s going to eat me today is an alligator.”
I roll my eyes at his amusement and shove my paddle into the water.
Despite my objections, this is pretty fucking cool.
The crystal clear water is the prettiest shade of turquoise. It reminds me of my favorite beach in Belize. Trees loom large overhead, blocking out the hot Florida sun. Spanish moss drips from the branches and even dangles in the water at some points. It really feels like you’re in a whole new world, cocooned away from reality.
Being away from reality with Foxx is my new favorite place to be.