Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 85760 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 429(@200wpm)___ 343(@250wpm)___ 286(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85760 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 429(@200wpm)___ 343(@250wpm)___ 286(@300wpm)
Too bad for him he couldn’t regale his office buddies with stories of what went on here, unless he wanted the iron-clad NDA I made him sign to bite him with serious fangs in the ass.
I cleared my throat, preparing to put on my mask of suave and polished. He heard me, turning to look over his shoulder. He stopped immediately, a huge shit-eating grin on his face. “Sullivan.”
Fighting the urge to throttle him, I kept walking until I caught up beside him. Slipping both hands into my pockets, I nodded politely, all while wanting to murder him. “Mr. Grammer.”
He slung his messenger bag up higher, matching my pace toward the beach and helipad. “Wow, man. Fuck, I had no idea.” He wiped his mouth, letting his head loll back in memory of the fuck-fest he enjoyed at my expense. “You’re a god. Truly. I thought you were some smug bastard when I first arrived, but after Euphoria?” He waved his arms in dramatic surrender. “You, sir, are a fucking genius.”
My teeth threatened to crack, but I smiled and bowed my head graciously. “I’m glad you approve.”
“Approve?” He whistled under his breath. “Approve doesn’t come close. That girl…Jinx? God, I’ve never felt anything like that. With anyone. She was exactly like you said.” His eyes glazed with memory. “She was gagging for it. She wasn’t shy or ashamed. She basically slurped up everything I gave her and then got on her knees for more.”
I grinned, locking down every inch of violence inside me. On the outside, I was perfect. On the inside, I was chaos. “And how did you find your stamina compared to a goddess high on elixir?”
“Yeah.” He whistled again, low and long. “You were right, that one night is enough. I can’t remember the last time I had so many releases in one go. Maybe when I was sixteen, I could come multiple times, but that was a long time ago.” He chuckled, nudging my shoulder with his. “But with Jinx? I’m glad you don’t give that elixir stuff to the men…I honestly didn’t need it. Seeing how fucking drenched she was? How much she shivered when I touched her? How she came from my voice alone? That’s some serious magic right there.”
He laughed, mocking himself a little. “I mean, I’ve been told I’m okay in the sack, but I’ve never had some girl cream herself just from my talking to her…you know?”
My hands balled in my pockets, threatening to break the seams of my expensively tailored clothes. “Their inhibitions no longer tamper in their pleasure with elixir. Just as people are capable of climaxing in their dreams from no stimulation other than their brains, they are capable of coming from an array of stimulus when they’re stripped to nothing but heat.”
“Yeah, you can say that again.”
No, you bastard. I won’t. I want you gone. Immediately.
“Well, I hope you enjoyed your stay, Mr. Grammer. That you feel rejuvenated to return to your everyday world.” I slipped silver-lensed aviators from my breast pocket and shielded my eyes as we broke the shadows of the palm tree and orchid lined laneway, stepping out onto the sun-drenched beach.
I needed to leave before I killed a guest. I hadn’t been driven to that extreme yet, but today…well, it was highly probable I’d snap if I had to hear another goddamn thing about him screwing Jinx.
“How did you get my fantasy so perfect by the way? All I told you was that I liked that era. That I wanted a woman who was more animal and feral than the girls today.”
With a hard sigh, I turned to face him, struggling to rip my gaze from the sea while trying to find my centre of calm. The turquoise expanse had a small ripple with occasional white-cap, courtesy of the stronger humid breeze.
The helicopter waited on its pad, surrounded by black basalt, its heavy blades sagging around the sleek machine. Two pilots chatted in the air-conditioned cockpit, waiting to act as a taxi service. Markus would be in for a rough ride, judging by the wind.
And that made me ridiculously pleased.
Turbulence in an airplane was one thing. Turbulence in a chopper felt like you were moments away from becoming shark food. And who knew, maybe he’d crash and the sea that protected my investments would swallow him whole.
Good fucking riddance.
“So? Can you tell me how you created something that’s ruined me forever?” He placed his own Ray-Bans with smoky, auburn lenses on his nose.
I crossed my arms, hating the quake in my muscles. “You mentioned you liked Conan the Barbarian, Alpha, Cavemen, and other prehistoric movies in your dossier. You wanted a woman spread-eagled and tied down with a fire roaring, meat roasting, and furs from your kills at your feet. Are you forgetting that you wrote down what you regularly jerk off to? That you picture a woman, smudged with dirt, tangled hair, wild eyes, a body desperate to be mounted?” I angled my head, my hair tumbling a little over my forehead. “Did I not deliver?”