Total pages in book: 146
Estimated words: 140767 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 704(@200wpm)___ 563(@250wpm)___ 469(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 140767 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 704(@200wpm)___ 563(@250wpm)___ 469(@300wpm)
When he notices that I’m not following behind, he glances over his shoulder with a curious raise of his brows. “You coming, babe?”
My dirty mind takes his words a little too literally, and I get an idea.
Yes. Fun. Just focus on the fun.
“I forgot to put on perfume! Be right back!” I half lie and hurry back into the bathroom.
Now, I do spray a little of my favorite Chanel No. 5 on my wrists, but I also reach up beneath my dress and slide my panties down my legs and…leave them off for good.
And then I give myself one final look in the mirror.
Hair? Check.
Makeup? Check.
Cute beachy dress and heels? Check.
No underwear? Check. Check. Check.
If this trip is about fun, then I’m ready to have some fun. The rest, I can deal with when we get back home…right?
I take a sip of my wine, set my napkin in my lap, and look around the restaurant Remy chose for the night. Dune is located inside one of Nassau’s fanciest hotels. The vibe is expensive and cozy, with white tablecloths and dim lighting and candles creating mesmerizing shadows around the room. And the floor-to-ceiling windows that surround the intimate space provide a gorgeous view of the ocean.
Not to mention, the food here is supposed to be phenomenal. And after our friendly server Eduardo talked me into ordering their most popular dish—the porcini-crusted salmon—I’m curious to find out if it lives up to the hype.
“You doing okay, babe?” Remy reaches out and grabs my hand, smiling across the table at me.
“Of course.” I tilt my head to the side in confusion. “Why wouldn’t I be doing okay?”
“I know it’s not easy leaving Izzy for this long,” he says with a little frown. “Hell, I find myself having a hard time with it often.”
“Really?”
“Yeah.” He nods, and a humble laugh leaves his lips. “I don’t know what it is about little girls, but they have a way of wrapping me around their tiny fingers. I remember feeling the same way about Lexi at times when she was just a baby. Though, with Izzy, it feels way more intense. Maybe I’ve gotten soft in my old age.” He mocks himself, and I silently wonder if there’s more he’s not saying.
But I don’t harp on it. Instead, I keep the mood light.
“And just think, now Lexi is almost a teenager with a boyfriend.”
He grimaces. “Don’t remind me.”
I can’t hide the smile on my lips.
“It’s not funny, Ria.”
“Oh, but it is funny,” I tell him and squeeze his hand. “But it’s funny in an adorable way because you’re really sweet with her. And Lexi just adores you. In her eyes, the sun basically rises and sets from your ass.”
“And what about in your eyes?”
I quirk a skeptical eyebrow. “You fishing for compliments, Rem?”
“From you? I’m always fishing for whatever I can get. Compliments. Smiles. Your laughter.” He drops his voice, “My mouth on your pussy. You coming on my cock.”
Um…yes, please.
The fact that I’m not wearing any panties becomes a stark and heady realization. Of their own accord, my hips fidget in my seat.
“Although, I’m hoping—” he waggles his brows at me “—those last two are something we can explore after we get back from dinner tonight.”
Looks like I’m not the only one with dirty thoughts tonight.
Game on.
“Remy?”
“Yeah, babe?”
“I have a little bit of a secret to confess.”
His eyebrows pull together. “A secret?”
“Uh-huh.” I nod, but before I tell him, I scoot my seat closer to his, and I don’t stop until we’re side by side and I’m positive the tablecloth is going to keep my secret under wraps from the rest of the restaurant patrons.
Remy watches me the entire time while simultaneously searching my eyes in bewilderment.
“So…my secret,” I whisper toward him and reach up onto the table to grab his hand.
“Yeah. Your secret. Not going to lie, Ria, it’s starting to feel a little serious.”
“Oh, it is serious. Top secret kind of serious.”
He smirks. “And I really hope you’re going to tell me it soon.”
“Remy, I forgot my panties.”
He chokes on his tongue. “I’m sorry, what?”
But I don’t repeat myself. Instead, I grab his hand and put it underneath the tablecloth until it rests on my thigh. And then I glide that hand of his under my dress until his fingers are brushing against me, touching me, right there, where I’m as bare as the day I was born.
“Fuck me,” he mutters, and his eyes lock with mine. “You weren’t kidding.”
I shake my head. “And, actually, I have another secret I want to tell you.”
He swallows. “Damn, Ria. If it’s as good as the last one, I can’t be held liable for what I do.”
“The first time you came over to my apartment to help me with Izzy. Remember that?”
“The day I took you to Jacob’s Pickles?”