Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 93699 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 468(@200wpm)___ 375(@250wpm)___ 312(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 93699 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 468(@200wpm)___ 375(@250wpm)___ 312(@300wpm)
Stopping in front of Room 2503, he slid a heart-shaped key into the door and gestured for me to enter first.
Hitting the lights, I dropped my bag to the floor in disbelief.
Every inch of the suite, from the carpet to the walls to the couch, was drenched in red velvet.The words “Just Married” stared at me from kiss-shaped windows.
In front of them, an array of flavored condoms and dental dam rubbers from the 1990s warned me not to touch.
I dug a fingernail into my skin, convinced that I was still daydreaming in the heat.
The pain was unfortunately real as ever.
“The motels I used to stay in looked better than this.” Travis ran a hand along the wallpaper. Then he looked up at the oversized mirror above the heart-shaped bed.
Too tired to complain, I slid the heels off my feet and placed my veil on the dresser.
“There’s only one bed in this suite.” Travis followed me into the living room.
“I noticed.” I sighed. “I don’t think it’s appropriate for us to share.”
“Not even on our honeymoon?”
“Especially not on our honeymoon.”
“Very well then.” He smiled and placed my pajamas on the coffee table.
“I’ll take the bed and you can sleep out here on this sofa,” he said. “Be sure to check for metal springs before you lay down.”
“Wait, what?”
“I guess I should be a good husband and check that for you.” He pressed his hands against the cushions, and then he fluffed the pillows.
“You’re all good,” he said. “Sleep tight, Mrs. Carter.”
“Travis, a true gentleman would let me have the bed.”
“I bet he would.” He smirked. “It’s a good thing that I stopped being one then.”
I crossed my arms, waiting for him to say he was joking.
“Do you need anything from the bathroom before I take a shower?” he asked.
“I need you to give up the bed.”
“That’s not happening. Anything else?”
“I would like to sleep in the goddamn bed, Travis.”
“If you were really mine, I’d let you.” He glanced at my lips. “Are we good now?”
That question was rhetorical.
I glared at him as he walked away, and he slammed the bedroom door shut without another word.
Several Failed Sleep Attempts Later
I rolled over on the couch in agony, convinced that the cushions were stuffed with cheap cotton balls.
I can’t take this anymore.
Travis was still in the shower, so I stood up and grabbed a pillow.
Pushing the bedroom door open, I moved to the bed and pulled back the covers. Then I lay dead-center on the mattress so there was no room for my non-accommodating husband.
He’ll get the point.
I looked up at the mirrored ceiling and sucked in a breath at what was being reflected to me on its edge.
Standing with his hands pressed against the glass, Travis was staring at something I couldn’t quite see.
I took advantage of the moment and let my gaze travel down his chiseled chest to his six-pack abs. Then I paced myself as I looked lower and saw the first cock I’d ever felt deep inside me.
Hard and erect, it was jutted out toward me, and I swallowed, remembering its taste.
Sliding a hand between my legs, I watched him squeeze a loofah to let the suds slide down his body.
He tilted his head back and groaned as he turned the knob, forcing a heavier stream of water to fall over him.
The steam fogged the glass, and I strummed my clit with my thumb, exactly how he taught me years ago. My breathing slowed as it swelled under my touch, and tremors of pleasure began building inside me, traveling up and down my spine.
Travis slid his tongue against his bottom lip, giving me a slow and torturous rhythm to follow, sending me over the edge.
Succumbing to the pleasure, I rolled over and screamed into the pillow.
He shut off the water, and I rolled over, positioning my back toward the bathroom.
I heard him humming, then the soft sound of a towel hitting the floor.
He hit the lights in the bedroom.
“I think we’re having a misunderstanding, Mrs. Carter,” he said, his voice deep. “You’re supposed to be on the couch.”
I kept my eyes shut and waited to hear him walk toward the couch.
Those footsteps never came, though.
Instead, he turned off the lights.
Seconds later, the mattress dipped as he moved into bed with me.
“Are you really sleeping?” he asked.
I didn’t answer.
“Hmmm.” He moved closer, pressing his chest against my back. Then he slipped a hand into my curls, gently twirling a few between his fingers.
“I still remember everything about you.” He pressed his lips against the back of my neck.
I’d never been able to resist him kissing me there, and it took everything in me to lay still.
He slid an arm around my waist and held me against him, letting me feel his cock hardening between us.
“Outside of our first few times, you’ve never appreciated a gentleman in bed.” He kissed my neck again. “Is that different now?”