Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 64640 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 323(@200wpm)___ 259(@250wpm)___ 215(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 64640 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 323(@200wpm)___ 259(@250wpm)___ 215(@300wpm)
Huge.
“Cat got your tongue?” He puts the keycard to the door, and my hands reach out to stop myself from moving forward, but the door opens, and his breath tickles my ear. “Trouble, Trouble, Trouble…” He steps in, and I follow. The door swings shut behind us, and I manage not to jump at the sound of it closing.
Damn, I’m hyper aware.
While I take a moment to get my breathing under control, I scan the lush hotel room. Damn, he spared no expense just for a room to fuck me in. I would’ve been okay with a standard room and a queen bed. This looks like a luxury apartment. Two elegant wingback chairs in a deep purple two shades deeper than royal purple compliments the contemporary light gray studded couches. Egg-shell drapes blow in the warm breeze whispering through the white-paned windows open to a terrace with a panoramic view.
I step into the bedroom and gasp at the French blue walls with a cream and bronze Damask wallpaper behind an oak four poster bed with sheer curtains tied to each pole by velvet ropes. Zuko walks to the bed, sits down, and kicks off his shoes. Then he leans back and flicks a look to his crotch then to me. “You owe me if I remember correctly.” He motions to the card still in my hand. “I got you a car and a condo.”
I can’t help the laugh that bubbles up from inside me.
This man in front of me sees no humor in his words, he just sits there resting back, waiting for…
Me?
I’m not even sure what. But it’s a time for me to take advantage of what’s essentially laid out on a silver platter.
NINE
Zuko
She’s a firecracker.
One I want to put out with my mouth.
Her eyes soak in every piece of me as I sit on the bed.
Who is this woman?
And why the fuck is my cock so hard from simply staring at her?
She still has that red dress on, the one that was paid for by me. She seems to have regained her composure as she steps out of her heels and reaches for the zipper of the dress. But as she does, she turns, giving me her back. And what a fucking marvelous back it is. She undoes the side zipper, and I watch as the material floats to the floor.
I would pay a hell of a lot more than the thousands I did for that dress any day if I get to have this view.
Fuck, when did I get so needy over a damn woman?
I sound like a bitch.
“Turn around.”
She ignores me.
Of course, she does.
That’s the type of woman she is, after all.
Headstrong.
Willful.
A spitfire.
It’s also why she still has my credit card.
“Do I owe you?” she purrs, peering over her shoulder at me, her ass and back in full view. But she’s hiding her front from me.
“Owe. What a peculiar word that is. I would call it an agreed-upon arrangement.”
“Who will be benefiting from it?” she asks, standing there in nothing but a G-string. She turns to face me, her hands covering her tits and her little red lacy number just barely covering her pussy.
Fuck! My cock is straining against the zipper of my pants so hard.
“I would think we both will,” I inform her.
“You think you can make me come?” she asks, throwing her head back and laughing.
I sit there confused and unable to take my eyes off her body.
I’m not a religious man, but I feel like getting on my knees and worshipping her right here and right now.
Every single part of her.
“What’s amusing you?” I ask.
Her long neck lifts, and she brushes her lilac hair back off her shoulders. I lick my lips at the motion. Her other arm remains across her tits, covering them but pushing them up at the same time.
Those perfect fucking tits.
“That you think you can make me come?” She smirks.
“Has a man never made you come?” I sit up a little straighter, leaning in and waiting for her to answer. Is this some sort of dare? Her arm drops, and her hand goes to her hip.
Well, fuck.
They are perfect tits.
I lick my lips again as she answers me, “No, but they’ve tried. I usually fake the orgasm to get them to hurry up.” She taps her finger to her lips. “I wonder if I’ll have to fake it with you too.”
“I’ll know if you’re faking it,” I tell her.
Standing, I undo the buttons of my shirt, removing and placing it on the bed. Then I reach for my belt and pull it off slowly, keeping my eyes trained on her.
“I’m not fucking you without protection, just so you know.”
With those words, I grin and reach into my pocket, grabbing the condom and placing it between my lips as I raise a brow at her. Undoing my pants, I kick them off. And then I’m standing in front of her, naked as the day I was fucking born.