Total pages in book: 163
Estimated words: 164828 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 824(@200wpm)___ 659(@250wpm)___ 549(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 164828 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 824(@200wpm)___ 659(@250wpm)___ 549(@300wpm)
My jaw clenches. Careful, I remind myself as my hands tighten on her ass. My eyes drop to her bouncing breasts. I’ll never get sick of this view.
The ultimate aphrodisiac.
Something snaps when I’m inside of her; I lose all control, blinded by the ultimate target—the need to fuck and come hard.
Slowly, I lift her up, and she smiles in anticipation. Then, I slam her down onto me.
She cries out, and I’m lost to the sensation.
Lost to her.
I lift her and slam again and again, and her beautiful, hot cunt ripples around me.
Her lips take mine and, oh… fuck, I love this woman.
She clenches down, and we both moan as an orgasm runs between us. Our lips fall tender, and she holds my face in her hands.
“I love you,” she whispers.
I smile up at her in awe and kiss her chest. I hold her body to mine, my head against her breasts.
I’m home.
Eliza
Nathan pulls the car into the underground parking lot.
“This is it?” I frown as I dip my head to look up at the swanky building. It looks like a trendy warehouse with big archway windows. The bricks are dark and distressed, and the doorman stands by the grand entranceway, wearing a black suit. “How many apartments are in here?” I ask.
“Eight.”
“What’s in the rest of the building?” I frown as he scans his key and the garage door goes up. We drive down two levels.
“Nothing, it’s all apartments.”
“What the hell?” My eyes flicker to Nathan. “This is all apartments? How much did this cost you?”
“Enough.” He parks the car and gets out. He opens my door and he takes my hand before he leads me to the elevator. Moments later, the elevator doors open up to a private landing.
“Who else is on this floor?” I ask.
“Nobody.” He puts the key into the door.
“It’s the entire floor?” I gasp.
He opens the door, and my mouth falls open. “Nathan,” I whisper.
It’s beautiful. It has an industrial, trendy kind of vibe. My eyes are wide as I look around at the splendor.
“This is the kitchen.” Nathan smiles proudly as he plays tour guide. “I knew you would love this room.”
“Holy shit.” It’s huge—the size of my old living room—and has every swanky appliance known to man.
“Living area.” He shows me through to find a gigantic living area and dining room.
“This is the gym.” He smiles. “My office, your office.”
I shake my head in disbelief. “This place is too fancy for us, Nathe.”
“Too fancy for me, probably, but just right for you.” He takes my hands in his. “Do you like it?”
“I love it.” My eyes dart around, too excited to look at just one thing.
“Our bedroom is down here.” He leads me down the grand hallway and into a huge master bedroom. My eyes widen. “This is bigger than my entire apartment.”
“Wouldn’t be hard,” he mutters dryly as he looks around.
The bathroom has an oversized circular bathtub sunken into the floor. “It’s like a movie.” I step into the bathtub and lie down. I smile up at him. “How do I look?”
“Hot.” He sits down on the side of the bath. He has a very smug look on his face. “I think we’ll be very happy here.”
I reach up and run my fingers through his stubble. “But you do know that I don’t need a fancy apartment to be happy, don’t you?” I kiss his big, beautiful lips. “I could live anywhere as long as I have you.”
He pulls my face to his and deepens the kiss. “And you do, my love. And you do.”
* * *
It’s Friday, and I’m walking down the sidewalk to meet my two bitch-ball friends. I’m annoyed with them. They’ve called me every day, asking to go to lunch. I’ve been using the move as an excuse—said I was too busy. But the truth is, I don’t want to hear their judgemental crap.
They rattled me the other day, and at a time when Nathan and I should be blissfully in love, they put this annoying little voice in my head that won’t go away. It’s like a poison—a bad spell that’s seeping into my bones.
How will you cope when he leaves you for a man?
I wouldn’t. I wouldn’t cope if Nathan left me for any reason… but to lose him to a man?
I’ve heard of it happening before; careless whispers: her husband left her for a man, and you don’t really think about the consequences of it or how badly it would scar you as a woman. But I’ve only ever heard of straight men leaving their wife for a man. Never the other way around.
But Nathan is different….so different, to anyone I know actually.
It’s the weirdest thing because the reality is, I can’t even imagine that Nathan has ever slept with a man. Especially not now that we have the most incredible sex ever. He’s so in tune with me and is absolutely besotted with my body.