Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 23250 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 116(@200wpm)___ 93(@250wpm)___ 78(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23250 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 116(@200wpm)___ 93(@250wpm)___ 78(@300wpm)
Too bad we’re barely on the other side of the tolerating part of this arrangement.
For the first two days, she barely spoke to me more than she had to. The next two she made idle conversation over meals. These last three, however, she’s finally started to really warm up to me. She’s asked for things she needs and even expressed an interest in my business. This little one-on-one outing was an impromptu idea she had during breakfast. Something about wanting to see her smile for hours and her in less clothing with her perfect tiny toes wiggling around the hot sand led to me rescheduling my entire afternoon.
Like a good fiancé.
A good, fake fiancé.
“Why don’t you tell me about your family? Maybe starting with your grandmother?” Her suggestion is attached to her shoveling once more. “Were you close?”
“As close as she was to any of her grandsons,” I reply and dump sand into the bucket. “The DeLuca batch is a rather big one.”
She shoots me an intrigued smirk. “Go on…”
And so, I do. For the next couple of hours, we scoop, dump, and maneuver sand to create a small fortress while I provide her with a rundown of the family. Dark and dangerous to expose details, of course, are excluded, but simply sharing with someone random shit from my childhood is strangely enough fun. She shares things from her life before Edwin, and there’s no denying the difference in her expression.
Our conversation remains light and innocent through most of the constructing, yet when we finish, I take a slightly more teasing one. “I hope you know this flimsy shit would never have the DeLuca Construction Company name attached to it.”
Elle laughs loudly, a sound I’m fairly certain I’ll never get tired of. “Whatever, I wouldn’t mind staging this masterpiece.”
“Playing it a little fast and loose with the word masterpiece, twinkle toes.” I stand and immediately extend my hand for her to take. “This was mediocre at best.” Her palm lands in mine while the other maintains its grip on the bucket housing our shovels. “But if you need something to stage…to help pass the time by…I’ve got a few properties that I could put you on.”
Excitement instantly pierces her stare. “Shut up. Seriously?!”
“One, do not tell me to shut up again.”
My warning receives a cringe of apology.
“Two, yes. There are a couple private homes here on the coast and a few condos downtown that could use your expertise.” Feeling her fingers flex against mine in joy pushes me to continue to offer her more reasons to keep the emotion flowing. “I’ll pay you for the services. Put the money in a separate account not tied to ‘our marriage’ so that you have no doubt that it’s yours.”
“I’d like that.” She scoots a little closer at the same time she admits, “I appreciate the opportunity.”
“You seem talented from the photos you showed me over dinner last night. It’s me who should appreciate you taking the opportunity.”
Her beam gets brighter on a slow shake of the head. “Have you always been this charming?”
“You mean honest?”
The flirting receives a faint blush, and the sight causes my chest to swell.
We finish our walk back to the rear of my beachside mansion in comfortable silence. Upon our arrival, she abandons the objects near the outside seating area and allows me to continue to guide her over to the private outdoor shower area.
“I’m going to rinse those toes clean before heading inside,” I mean to suggest yet command instead.
To my surprise, she nods in agreement.
Her fit frame strikes a luscious pose the instant the water is turned on. The top half of her curvy figure shies away from getting wet while the lower half creeps closer to the refreshing liquid. Lowering myself to my knees is done quickly as I gently wash her foot. Droplets dance across the smooth surface and drag themselves down her toes. My eyes follow the streams rushing in different directions captivated by how incredible the tiny appendages look when curling and flexing. Every little wiggle gets me groaning and shifts my movements away from cleansing to something more carnal.
One minute I’m lightly caressing, casually stealing glimpses of her glowing face, and the next my cock is in my hand being stroked to the same speed I’m stroking her. I don’t seek permission. I don’t bother asking what she thinks or what she feels. I simply cup a bit of the warm water and massage it around my dick, pretending it’s her tight little pussy I’m buried in. Whimpers occur from above causing me to grab another glimpse of her. A sight I never expected to see is smashed directly in my face. Her fingers have slipped into her string bikini bottoms and are lazily rolling around her clit. Hunger and jealousy grow simultaneously. Force me to jerk myself faster. Drag my nails across the wet flesh and groan when she moans over the sensation. I watch her hand work faster and faster in circles. I drink in the way her body arches so that her long wavy, brown hair dangles down her back. The sounds of her choppy breathing as she rides her own digits becomes hits of a new drug I want to overdose on. My pumping syncs to hers so that every time she thrusts forward it’s like she’s meeting a pound from me instead. Her knees wobble and shake indicating along with a every pleased sigh she’s close, yet it’s seeing her toes clawing for leverage and twisting in ecstasy that swells my balls.