Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 90708 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 454(@200wpm)___ 363(@250wpm)___ 302(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90708 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 454(@200wpm)___ 363(@250wpm)___ 302(@300wpm)
“It’s a little short,” she said. “But I’ll take Hollie’s hand-me-down Balmain any chance I can get.”
“It’s gorgeous on you. You heard it from Bethany.”
“Then it must be true.” She sighed and tightened her grip on her bag.
“You nervous?” I asked.
“Not exactly. I just was worried how Bethany would be. And it’s a relief she’s not weird about it.”
“She was never going to be weird.”
She shrugged. “Anyway, where are we going?”
I put my hand on her thigh, pulling her closer to me. “The Savoy,” I said.
“Oh, I like it there. How weird is it that I’ve been to the Savoy before?” She shook her head. “I’m getting a little too used to the good life.”
“You deserve regular trips to fine hotels. You deserve everything good in life.”
She looked at me and tilted her head. “You’re wonderful.”
Her words filled me up. I hadn’t realized the size of the hole inside me until Autumn had come along. She’d filled it and I was overflowing. I wanted to lock in what we had now. Freeze time and spend the rest of my life like this, with Bethany and Autumn.
But tonight, I’d settle for the Savoy. I had an entire evening planned. And dinner was just one part of it.
When we pulled up, one of the doormen opened the cab and helped Autumn out.
“Mr. Chase,” one of the staff said as we entered the hotel. “Let me show you to your suite.”
“What’s this?” Autumn said. “I thought we were going to dinner.”
“We are,” I said as we headed to the lifts. “A private dinner.”
When we arrived on the top floor, the butler assigned to us opened the door to the royal suite and began to show us around. There were various seating areas, a bedroom, a dining room, and a bar. The table had already been laid, ready for our meal.
“When would you like to eat, sir?” the butler asked as he opened the bottle of champagne on the bar.
“Give us thirty minutes,” Gabriel said.
“Make that an hour,” Autumn added. “I want to enjoy this view before we eat.” She looked directly at me, not taking in the London skyline at all.
I knew that feeling. As much as the city lights were beautiful, nothing matched watching Autumn.
The butler left and Autumn looped her hands around my neck. “You got this entire suite just for dinner?” she asked.
“Well not just dinner,” I said. “I just wanted to be with you. I love my daughter, but I wanted to have some time with you that wasn’t stolen or hidden or tucked away.”
That unintended pout of hers parted. “I like that idea.” She dropped her hands and stepped back. She reached under her dress and shifted her hips, pulling down her underwear. The black lace landed on the thick carpet and she stepped out of it, tilting her head before she said, “Wanna take in the view from the balcony?” She held out her hand.
Instantly I was straining in my trousers, desperate to be inside her.
I slid the balcony doors open and stepped toward the edge of the terrace. The wall separating us from the city was waist height, and I wrapped my arms around Autumn as we looked out onto the city. Impatiently, she ground her arse back into my crotch.
“Out here?” I asked. She turned around and looked me in the eye as she nodded. “You want me to fuck you in front of eight million people?”
She reached for my fly, but I turned her back around.
“Hands on the wall.”
She groaned, turned on by my words as she always was. “I know you’re so wet that my cock is going to slide so deep into you,” I whispered into her ear as I unzipped my trousers. “And I barely have to lift up this dress to get inside you. It’s so short. Is that what you were hoping?” I nudged at her entrance and she pushed back.
“So impatient for me.” I pushed her hips back a little and pressed her forward from the waist before sliding my hand onto her shoulder to keep her in place. I thrust in hard and deep. Wanting to give her what she wanted and wanting to have her as quickly as I could.
It wasn’t New Year’s Eve, but I swear fireworks burst into the sky at the perfect pressure of her pussy around me.
“Gabriel,” she cried out.
She was right. It was so good. So fucking amazing. Her heat, her breath, that scent of almonds was all exactly how it should be. I pulled out deliciously slowly, before thrusting up hard and fast. And again. And again. And again. Jesus, I wanted to do this forever. I wanted to fuck this woman until I was ninety and barely able to stand.
“All those people out there in the city. You think anyone can see us? You think anyone knows how wet you are? How my cock is driving into you over and over and over?” I wanted everyone to know. I wanted to take a full-page ad out in the Times. Write it in the sky for the entire city to see. I reached around to her clit and slid my fingers between her folds. Her legs buckled. This is how I loved Autumn—weak with need for me.