Total pages in book: 22
Estimated words: 20305 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 102(@200wpm)___ 81(@250wpm)___ 68(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 20305 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 102(@200wpm)___ 81(@250wpm)___ 68(@300wpm)
“Grant, wait.”
“What is it, gorgeous?”
“You-you don’t have to do this.”
“I know,” I chuckle.
“I’m not…I’m not one of those girls,” she says. “You don’t have to spoil me to make me like you…”
As an attorney for many years, I consider myself pretty adept at reading people and knowing when they’re being truthful and when they’re not, and right now I’m absolutely sure that Nikki is not lying to me. And although the thought that she was a gold-digger had never even crossed my mind, the fact that she’s saying this to me now voluntarily makes me only like her more.
“I know you’re not,” I tell her, gently taking her chin between my thumb and forefinger. “God, it should be a crime to be this beautiful, you know that?”
Again, she blushes and averts her eyes. One of these days maybe she’ll grow accustomed to my praise, because I sure as hell am not going to stop showering her with it.
“Stop, I’m blushing,” she whispers.
“But I like it,” I tease. “Come on. This is just the beginning of our day together.”
5
Nikki
I’ve never felt so wanted before. So genuinely wanted before in my life. My parents always treated me like I was a daughter they’d accidentally had and just felt like it was their duty to raise. The few boys who were sort of interested in me throughout my life were always interested in me because their friends were interested in my friends, and as it turns out, my only “real” boyfriend, Reed, was only interested in taking my virginity so he could add me to his list of conquests.
But Grant…Grant makes me feel like the center of the universe. When he looks at me, it’s like he could care less about what’s going on around us; I’m the only thing that matters. When I speak, he’s not distracted; he’s only listening to me. And when he touches me, it’s like we’re bound by some invisible universal connection that was always there just waiting to be discovered.
I can’t explain it, but as silly as it sounds, I’m almost sure that as I stare at him from across the sunny sands of the beach where he and I lie, that I’m falling in love.
“You’re sure you don’t have to go to the office today?” I ask Grant, marveling at his Adonis physique, shining like a god beside me. “I don’t want to be the reason your firm loses a big case or whatever.”
“You won’t be,” he chuckles. “We’re working on a big lawsuit against Fall Banks Construction right now. They’re being accused of using hazardous materials on their sites and not disclosing the information to their residents.”
“Oh, God…”
“Yeah, it could be a huge payout for us and the residents,” he says. “But right now, most of the firm is tied up with a lot of research work. I won’t be needed until tomorrow, which means I have all day to spend with you.”
He takes my wrist in his hand and pulls me on top of him. My inner thighs are hot as he grabs my butt and squeezes and whispers in my ear, “I wish this was a nude beach.”
“You’re naughty,” I whisper back.
“But then again, that would mean all these other guys would get a look at you, so I take that back. Only I get to see that perfect body of yours.”
“Stop,” I giggle. “You’re too…too…”
“Too what?”
“You can’t mean that.”
“Mean what?” Grant asks.
“I’m not…perfect. I haven’t even had a boyfriend until Reed, and we all know why Reed wanted me—”
“Stop,” Grant says. “You are only eighteen years old, gorgeous. I’m thirty-nine. I’ve seen a lot of women in my life—”
“I bet you have…”
“And I know perfection when I see it,” he says, running his hands up my body. “And you. You are absolute perfection. Whatever boys saw you and chose not to make you their girl made the biggest mistakes of their lives, but I thank them for it. Because it meant that I got to have you.”
I groan. Yeah, I’m melting inside. Melting and experiencing more hormonal reactions than I ever thought possible. Do I want to have this man’s babies? Yeah, I kind of do. My tummy is doing somersaults and cartwheels as he pulls me in closer for a kiss, and when our tongues meet, I feel a rush of moisture between my thighs.
“Stop,” I say with the happiest sigh of contentment in the world. “I just can’t handle all of this.”
“All of what?”
“All of you,” I laugh.
“That’s funny,” he replies, tracing the lines of my body with his fingers. “Because that’s just what I was going to say about you.”
His hunger for me has me burning. I’ve never felt so special before. I can hardly contain myself. I’m smiling and trying not to turn into a mess of little girly giggles as I curl up into a little ball on top of him. We are on a public beach, I know that, but there’s so many things I want him to do to me right now.