Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 23686 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 118(@200wpm)___ 95(@250wpm)___ 79(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23686 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 118(@200wpm)___ 95(@250wpm)___ 79(@300wpm)
Those soft brown eyes land on me and she swallows hard as she slowly nods.
I let go of the breath I’m holding in and drop my shoulders as relief floods into me. “That’s my good girl,” I whisper.
“What did you call me?” she asks softly with a tilt of her head. The door dings open and she turns to look inside my place.
“Come on in,” I say as I head inside.
She hesitates in the elevator.
I turn and nearly collapse when I see her standing there in her bikini bottoms and short white shirt. Her dark hair is pulled back in a ponytail, big thick-rimmed glasses on her face, flip-flops gone off her bare feet.
I love her. I’m obsessed with her. I want to fuck her in every position, in every hole, in every corner of this penthouse before I can even think of letting her out.
I’m not above keeping her locked in here. I’m not above tying her up. I’ll do anything to show her that she’s mine.
Luckily, I don’t have to throw her over my shoulder again. She looks at me for a long moment and then steps into my penthouse suite.
The elevator door closes behind her.
Chapter Five
Ella
* * *
What the hell am I doing here?
I’m all shaky with nerves as I step into this man’s spectacular suite. The view of the beach and palm trees through the massive windows is stunning, but I barely give it a quick glance as I look around. It’s all luxury. I can tell he shops at all of those luxurious stores that I’m too shy to even walk into. I’d be too afraid to bump into a lamp, break it, and then be forced to pay thousands of dollars in damages before they’d let me leave.
The knowledge that I’m wearing the skimpiest outfit I’ve ever worn in front of the most gorgeous man I’ve ever seen hits me hard and I turn back around with my heart pounding.
He’s watching me with these bright blue eyes that are full of hunger. I swallow hard as I look back at him, shyly clasping my hands in front of me. I wish I still had my bikini top on under this shirt. I can feel my nipples getting hard and tingling from being so exposed in front of him. I just know they’re showing already, pushing through this thin material.
I want to crawl under his ridiculously expensive dining room table and die. I can’t believe I told him I was a virgin. What the hell is wrong with me?
I’ve never opened up to a guy like that before and especially never to a stranger. Maybe it was because he came out of nowhere to save me.
He saved me.
That thought rings through my tingling body as those lustful eyes ravage me. I was in the worst, most vulnerable moment of my life and this man came and yanked me out of it. He charged on stage like a savior, threw me over his shoulder, and carried me away to safety.
It was so sexy. So erotic. I loved the feeling of his big strong hand on my thigh, the feel of his hard round shoulder under me, of having my breasts pressing into his powerful muscular back. I didn’t know where he was taking me, but I did know that I wanted to go with him. I wanted to go anywhere and do anything he wanted.
“Do you have a robe or something?” I ask him.
He rubs his jaw that’s covered in a light beard like he’s gone three or four days without shaving but hasn’t yet committed to a full mountain man beard. I like it. The darkness of it matches his hair and contrasts beautifully with his intense blue eyes.
“You signed up for a wet t-shirt contest,” he says in a deep raspy voice. “You’re going to finish it.”
My stomach drops. “You want me to go back down there?”
“No,” he says with a shake of his head. “I’m the owner of the hotel. I’ll be the judge. You’ll do it for me only.”
The nerves come back, but this time, they’re mixed with excitement. I hated the idea of getting all wet and being put on display for a crowd full of rowdy assholes, but for him, I don’t know… It’s intriguing. It would be the most erotic thing I’ve ever done and there’s a part of me that wants to give my savior a show. I want to see the lustful way he looks at me as I show off my breasts.
And it’s not like I’d be totally naked anyway. I’d still be wearing a t-shirt…
“What’s your name?” I ask him. I have to at least know that before I decide to commit to this or not.
“Jackson Conner,” he says. “This is my hotel and I make the rules. Now, are you going to finish what you signed up for?”