Total pages in book: 133
Estimated words: 135799 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 679(@200wpm)___ 543(@250wpm)___ 453(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 135799 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 679(@200wpm)___ 543(@250wpm)___ 453(@300wpm)
She stretches as she sleeps and her legs fall open and the air leaves my lungs.
Fuck it.
Beard rash, all over her pretty lips. Red and prickly, it looks tender and sore.
I lie back down in disgust with myself. I completely lost my head. She’s covered in fucking bruises.
It’s been a long time since I had a night like that . . . if ever.
For someone so tight, she sure knows how to ride cock—I’ve never had sex so good.
Every inch of me was on fire.
My cock begins to throb; just the memory of last night incites arousal.
Cut it out, no sex for you.
She stirs, her eyes flutter open, and she gives me a big, beautiful smile. “Hi,” she whispers.
I smile, lean over, and kiss her softly. “Hey.” I brush the hair back from her forehead as I stare at her beautiful face.
Why am I so kissy?
She takes me into her arms and holds me tight and I smile into her hug, which doesn’t feel awkward, or weird. Quite the opposite—it’s nice. Familiar.
She pulls back and brushes the hair away from my forehead. “Last night was incredible,” she whispers, her voice husky.
“You’re incredible.” I pull her closer.
She smiles as she closes her eyes. “Does that thing ever go down?”
“Oh.” I pull back from her, realizing that she thinks I want sex again. “Sorry.”
She grabs my hip and pulls me back toward her. “Don’t be sorry, I’m not complaining.”
“You will be when you see your neck.” I widen my eyes in jest.
Her fingers go to her neck. “What’s wrong with my neck?”
“There’s about fifty bite marks on it,” I mutter.
She smirks. “You’re a fucking animal, my entire body is throbbing. I feel like I’ve been hit by a truck.”
Unable to help it, I lean down and bite her breast and she jumps. “I’m sorry, I was hard on you last night,” I apologize.
“Are you kidding? That was the best sex of my life.”
I stare at her as my brain misfires. The best sex of her life. “You’re so different from what I thought you would be.”
“Why?” She smiles up at me with an honesty I don’t know if I’ve ever seen.
My stomach rolls.
“I thought you’d be playing hard to get.”
She leans over and kisses me; her lips linger over mine. “And I thought you’d be cold, but you’re the opposite. Warm and tender . . . delicious.”
I blink, surprised. Tender . . . when have I ever been described as tender?
Okay, this is getting fucking weird now.
I straighten my back and slide away from her a little.
“No, you don’t,” she whispers, and pulls me back toward her without missing a beat. She snuggles her head into my chest. “You stay close to me.”
I put my arm around her. I can feel her heart beating against mine and I frown as I hold her.
This. Is. Fucking. Weird.
Too comfortable, as if we know each other already.
She leans up onto her elbow and smiles as she watches me. “So, if you came home six days early only to see me”—she kisses my chest—“does that mean I get you to myself for the next week, because technically, nobody else knows you’re back?”
I smile as I cup her face in my hand, dust my thumb over her bottom lip. “And what would you do with me for a week if you had me to yourself?”
She kisses down my stomach and I inhale sharply as I spread my legs.
Woman’s insatiable.
She licks up my length. “Run away with you.”
She takes me fully into her mouth, and I lie back and put my hands into her hair. “Why don’t we go away?”
She looks up, surprised. “Huh?”
I push her head back down. “Don’t stop. Multitask. Suck and listen.”
She giggles and goes back to her job.
Yeah . . . why couldn’t we go away?
That’s actually a good idea.
If we stay in London for the week we can only be at my place or hers. But if we went away . . . the jet is here. I could organize something . . . I mean it would be short notice, but . . .
“I’m taking you away for the week,” I announce.
She looks up and frowns. “What?” she mouths around me.
I smile. Fuck she’s adorable. “Don’t talk with your mouth full.”
She pulls off. “We can’t go away. I have to prepare and then there’s the—”
“Kate.” I pull her up and she lies on top of me. “If we stay here, we can’t leave this apartment.”
She looks down at me and I can see her brain processing.
“It’s one week.”
“Well, where would we go?”
“Somewhere with sun and cocktails.” I see a trace of a smile cross her face. “My treat.” I try to sweeten the deal.
She kisses her way back down my body. “Is this my company bonus, sir?” she teases.
I chuckle and spread my legs again. “Yes, so depending how well you suck me will determine where we go.”