Total pages in book: 98
Estimated words: 94915 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 475(@200wpm)___ 380(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94915 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 475(@200wpm)___ 380(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
“Pretty sure that was two,” I say, grinning like an idiot as I kiss his chest. “Did you feel it? I got almost all of you in there when I was coming.”
“I felt it, baby,” he says, toying with my hair. “I’d say I’m impressed, but mostly I just want you to keep doing that to me.”
“Don’t worry.” I kiss him, grinning. “I’m not done with you yet.”
We spend a full day after that first time exploring each other. I didn’t know I could feel like this with another person before, but it’s like all my barriers have been lowered, and I’m totally vulnerable with him. I’ve never experienced anything like it, but I feel like I’m high all the time, grinning like a maniac, and waiting for him to come fuck me into mindless oblivion.
I’m exhausted, but in a good way. We shower off together and he fucks me from behind, two fingers hooked into my mouth as he fills me up like a savage. When he’s finished, he drips down my thigh, and I’m sore in all the best possible ways as we get dressed. I’m ready to crash for the night, but instead, he insists on showing me something.
“I have a surprise for you,” he says as we step out into the mansion’s hallway.
“How did you find time to put together a surprise?” I ask in genuine astonishment. We’ve done nothing but fuck each other senseless for a full twenty-four hours.
“I called Jean in between making you come, and you fell asleep for a while earlier today.”
“I’m exhausted. You can’t keep pushing me physically and not expect me to crash.”
He laughs and pats my ass. “You’ll get used to it.”
“What, like you’re going to treat me like this all the time?” A thrill runs down my spine. I mean, he couldn’t possibly, right? Nobody has that kind of stamina.
“If you’re a good girl, I will.” He grins and kisses my neck. “But mostly Jean took care of this at my request.”
He leads me to the end of the hall. This is his wing, but I haven’t explored it much. Guards pass silently, pausing only to nod respectfully on their way to patrolling around the grounds. Julien nods back and murmurs greetings, obviously familiar with everyone. When we reach the last door on the right, he opens it up and gestures inside.
I stare at a hospital room. Or at least it’s a bedroom made to look as much like a hospital as possible. There’s the usual bed, a television in the corner, lots of light from the windows, and a host of equipment. IV lines, heart rate monitors, stuff like that. I take a step in and stare around me before turning to him.
“What is all this?” I ask.
“Kim needs serious care,” he says, and a lump forms in my throat. “She’s getting it at the hospital, but even the doctors agree that she’d be better off healing at home. However, from what I understand, it seems like that isn’t the best environment for her. I was thinking we could bring her here.”
“Julien,” I manage to say, croaking his name, feeling overwhelmed.
He walks into the room and sits on the edge of the bed. “I’ve already hired nurses to care for her. I’ll have someone available for her around the clock—they’ll stay in the room across from this one—and my family’s doctor will check on her at least every few days. Honestly, mon minou, she’ll get better care here than she does where she is right now. If you want—”
I throw myself at him. I straddle his hips and kiss him hard, burying his mouth with mine, mostly because I can’t think of the right words to express how I’m feeling right now. He holds my hips and kisses me back, and he’s grinning when I pull away. Tears roll down my cheeks and I have to wipe them with my sleeve.
“I don’t know what to say,” I manage to whisper. “This is too generous.”
“Well, we don’t even know if Kim will want to, so you should talk to her before you get too excited.”
“She’ll want to. I mean, you’re right, going home won’t be the best thing.” I hesitate and touch his face. “But are you sure? I mean, she’ll be safe here, right?”
“She’ll be safe here,” he confirms. “I’ll make sure my guards know to keep everyone away from her room. She won’t be able to have visitors for a while, at least until this issue with Dusan is resolved and Grandpère goes back to France, but I’m hoping that won’t be too long.”
“I’ll talk to her. I’ll make her see this is going to be good for her.” My heart leaps at the thought of having her here, right here, in this house. “You did this for me, didn’t you?”