Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 72074 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 360(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72074 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 360(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
“Are you going to give me a chance to get dressed?” He watches me in the mirror, and he just smiles at me. “As long as you’re not peeling off my clothes, I think I can be ready in thirty.”
He just laughs. “I bet you that you won’t be ready.” He looks over at me, and I just look at him.
“What are we betting?” I ask him, and my competitiveness takes over.
“If I win, I get to fuck you the way I want to.” He smirks, and I tilt my head. “And if you win, I eat you for an hour.”
“I don’t know how I would lose in any way,” I say, and he shakes his head and comes to the shower door opening.
His eyes are so dark that if I didn’t know any better, I would think they were black. “Fucking you how I want is hours and hours, and you not coming until I want you to.”
“Again.” I turn the water off. “How am I losing in all of this?”
“Are we bettin’, darlin’?” he says in the most Southern accent I’ve ever heard.
“Oh, we’re bettin’, cowboy,” I say and grab a towel wrapping my hair up in it. “The question is do I make you win or do I lose because either way,” my hand slips the towel off him and I see his cock is ready to play, “I end up with this.” Grabbing his cock in my hand. “Or your mouth and I can’t decide which one I like better.” I lean up and kiss him under his chin but not before squeezing him in my hand and then turning to walk away.
“That’s the best ass I’ve seen,” he says, and I look back over my shoulder and see the twinkle in his eye. “I’m going to have fun making it mine.”
“Again, cowboy, I don’t know how I could ever lose.” I wink at him and walk over to my closet after my shower. I grab the pink skirt and white halter top from the closet, slipping another pair of lace silk panties on and my matching lace demi bra. It leaves me ten minutes to do my hair since I’ve learned way back when that my hair is naturally beach ready. I apply just a touch of mascara, and I slip my skirt on and zip it on the side, tying the long pink sash in the front. I slip the white shirt on and tuck it in. Grabbing my pink suede Louboutins, I slip on some bangles and then my gold Rolex watch that I haven’t put on in over two months.
“Okay, cowboy,” I say, walking out of the room and stopping in my tracks when he comes out of his room. He’s dressed in another suit; this time, it’s blue with light white pinstripes, and he’s tying a gray silk tie. His hair looks like he just brushed it back with his hand, and his scruff is a bit longer today, but what makes me stop is the way he dominates the suit. “Looks like you lose.” I try not to let him in the suit get to me, or at least I try not to let him know how much it gets to me.
He shakes his head and checks his Rolex watch. “Looks like I did.”
“Well, then.” Walking to him, I can smell his aftershave, and I can’t decide if I love Casey with the woodsy smell or Casey with the musky smell. There is that word again love. “I guess I do lose.”
“That’s right, sucker,” I say, and he throws his head back laughing, one of his arms coming out and bringing me close to him. His hand is resting on my ass. “I can’t decide,” I say softly to him, fixing his tie. “Which Casey I like more.”
“Always go with the cowboy.” He leans forward and kisses me. “That’s the real Casey.”
His phone rings before I can answer him, and he looks down. “We’re on our way there right now.” I don’t know who is on the phone, but his face goes from a smile to a stone face. “I want security in place.” He looks at me. “Set up the safe house just in case.” He disconnects and then he looks at me.
“We need to go right now,” he says, and the tone in his voice shows me he’s not joking.
“What happened?” I ask and follow him quickly out of the room and to the elevator. He looks around the lobby the whole time until we are safe in the car and my heart is pounding so fast I don’t think I will be able to hear him talking. “You're scaring me,” I say and my mouth goes dry.
“Darlin’,” he says and grabs my face in his hand, making it so much worse. “I’ll explain everything once we get to the office, and I have all the information.” He tries to appease me by kissing me lightly on the lips, but it doesn’t help. My whole body goes cold, and I don’t even notice that I’m shaking until he takes off his jacket and puts it around my shoulders. When we get to the office, he almost shields me, bringing me into the office. We walk past the receptionist and go straight to the room I was in yesterday.