Total pages in book: 32
Estimated words: 30802 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 154(@200wpm)___ 123(@250wpm)___ 103(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 30802 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 154(@200wpm)___ 123(@250wpm)___ 103(@300wpm)
Jane smirks and obviously has a secret all her own. She sighs. “Harlow, the world is a strange and wonderful place, and I don’t think you’d get it.”
I wait. And wait. Until finally, I blurt, “Out with it! Who is it? I’ve told you my secret already!”
But Jane merely blushes and hangs her head.
“Maybe one day. Like I said, Harlow, you really wouldn’t get it. And he hasn’t been around much this summer anyways. It’s more of a crush-from-afar type thing.”
She’s never kept anything from me that I know of, so I look at her askance.
“It must be serious if you won’t tell me.”
She sighs again.
“Not yet. But it could be. Maybe.”
My mind tries to make a thousand connections to who it might be, but I come up with nothing. The boys at Colorado State leave a lot to be desired, and I know that Grady Monroe, her old crush, is now dating Leticia Pierce. So who could it be? I smile.
“Jane, I hope whoever it is is makes you happy.”
She sighs, “You have no idea, Harlow.”
But I’m insistent. I tell her, “I mean it, sweetie. Whoever it is, I hope he treats you right and makes you feel like a princess.”
She throws me a long look.
“I hope you’re not just saying that.”
“I’m not.” Then, I notice a text on my phone. “I hate to cut this short, but I have to go.”
“Are you going to see your boyfriend?” she asks, one eyebrow arched. I stick my tongue out at her.
“We do not have labels.”
She rolls her eyes and asks, “You’re going to go see your man you’re in love with?”
There, that sounds better, and I smile, my heart in my throat.
“Yes.”
The text said to go to the Four Seasons’s front desk. Cheeks blushing, I pick up a key and then follow the concierge’s instructions to a private elevator. My keycard sends it to the right floor and the elevator opens into the room itself.
It’s glorious. The top floor suite has a magnificent view of the mountains and the city. The fireplace is roaring, there’s a grand piano in the corner, and the décor is lush yet modern.
“Gray? Are you here?” I call, my voice echoing in the large space.
He grabs me from behind and I smile instantly. He spins me, so my back is against the window and then devours my lips as I moan into his mouth. I wrap my arms around his neck, and he lifts me up. My legs belt around his waist, our mouths stay fused as he carries me to the bed.
When he lays me down, I pull him down with me. He nibbles on my throat, licks my breast bone, and stands up. Then, Gray produces a pair of scissors. I gasp, and he cuts my clothes right off of me.
“What are you doing?” I ask.
He doesn’t answer. The cold metal against my warm skin makes me shiver, but I fight to stay still. Soon, I’m nude on a pile of material and I stare up at him, as he wordlessly pushes the fabric away. God, he looks incredible with those gleaming blue eyes and powerful build.
“I’ve always wanted to do that,” he growls. “And now, my fantasy has come true.”
He leans down and kisses me roughly, catching my lower lip in his teeth. I sigh wordlessly and he releases my lips. I start to speak, but he shakes his head. Then, he pulls me to the edge of the bed, so my ass hangs off it, and lifts my legs onto his shoulders. He suddenly buries his face against my pussy, tonguing the sopping slit. My voice cracks, “Oh, GOD!”
He swipes his tongue all around, until he twirls around my clit and I jump. But he’s so strong and holds me perfectly still. I grab for the luxury bedspread, but Gray releases my thighs and seizes my hands. He pins them in place as he delicately eats me out.
I let out a desperate gasp. “Gray, please fuck me!”
He shakes his head and keeps at it. His talented tongue makes me buck and hiss. My eyes roll back in my head and I gasp harder and harder, until he makes me come all over his tongue as I shout wordless sounds at the ceiling. His mouth is still busy, and finally, I gasp, “Stop, stop, stop!”
He lets up and ask, “You sure?”
“Oh my God, yes!”
He smirks, “If you insist.” He rearranges my body onto the bed and spoons me, his arm around my waist. He kisses my shoulder, and then asks, “You okay?”
“Yes, why?”
“Your leg keeps shaking.”
“I’ve never, um, well…” How do I explain this?
“You’ve never what?”
Best to just dive right in, I guess. “I’ve never …”
“Was that the first time someone’s gone down you?” he asks in an amused voice.
“No, not that. But it is the first time someone made me come from it.”