Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 67510 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 338(@200wpm)___ 270(@250wpm)___ 225(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67510 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 338(@200wpm)___ 270(@250wpm)___ 225(@300wpm)
“No,” I corrected. “It’s mine.”
“Capri said my room was up the stairs and it was the last room down the hallway on the right. You can turn around now.”
I did. “Yeah, and this isn’t the last room.”
“Are you lying?” she interrogated, bowing her head to look away from my cock.
“Unlike you,” I reasoned. “I have nothing to hide.”
“Trust me, Aires. I’m fully aware.”
I chuckled. “I hope you would for the number of times you’ve rode my dick.”
She sighed deeply, staring up at the ceiling this time. “Aires, I can’t talk to you with your cock out.”
“Say cock again.”
“Aires!”
“Fine,” I repeated, grabbing some gym shorts from my luggage in the corner of the room. After I slid them on, I mumbled under my breath, “I can’t sleep with these heavy-ass shorts on.”
Her eyes shifted to mine. “That would imply you’d be sleeping in here.”
I took in the fact that she was wearing my hoodie I gave her from the night of the party. “Well, considering this is my room and all.”
“You’re staying here too?”
I arched an eyebrow. “Your team didn’t tell you?”
“Because this is the face of someone who knows?”
I laughed, looking at the clock on the nightstand. “You’re feisty at four in the morning.”
“I’m exhausted.”
“That’s right.” I nodded. “You can’t sleep on planes.”
She hid back a smile, loving the fact that I remembered that about her. Little did she know, I remembered everything about her. Especially the things I didn’t want to.
Seeing how tired she truly was, I insisted, “Can we go to bed now?”
“Aires…”
“What?”
“You know what…”
“It’s just bedtime.”
“You going to read a story to me too?”
Taking in her stubborn tone, I questioned, “Do you think I set this up?”
“Did you?”
I challenged, “What if I did?”
Her eyebrows pinched together.
“You show up wearing my hoodie, and you’re surprised I may have planned this?”
She shrugged, blowing off my response. “Guys clothes are always better to travel in.”
“Oh yeah?” I challenged. “How many guys clothes are you wearing when you travel, Bay?”
She nonchalantly shrugged again. “As many as the notches on your belt.”
I growled.
She crossed her arms over her chest. “Did you just growl at me?”
“What if I did?” I started walking toward her. “What are you going to do about it?”
“Aires,” she warned, holding her arms up in front of her. “Don’t you dare!”
Before she could haul ass out of the room, I used her own momentum against her and caught her around her waist. In one quick sudden movement, I tossed her ass on the bed and quickly followed. Throwing the covers over our bodies next, I clapped and turned the lights off. Once again reaching around her waist, I tugged her toward me with her back against my chest.
Nuzzling into her neck, I whispered, “You smell good.”
She reluctantly scoffed out a chuckle. “Aires, that better be your cell phone digging into my ass right now.”
Smiling against her neck, I murmured, “You can call it whatever you want.”
“Oh my God. This is not appropriate.”
“We’re both single actors. This couldn’t be more appropriate.”
She squirmed against me, and I had to hold her tighter.
“I’m kidding.”
Reluctantly, she stopped, trying to hide her neck from my beard. “Did you really plan this?”
“No.”
“Are you lying?”
“Does it matter?”
Giggling from my beard assaulting her neck, she ordered, “Stop torturing me.”
“Then stop being a brat. You know you want to sleep with me.”
“You cocky shit!”
“Ugh,” I playfully rasped. “Get your mind out of the gutter, Bay. Always using me for my body.”
She elbowed my ribs, and I groaned.
“Rude.”
“You just hit me, and I’m rude?”
“I’m being serious,” she persisted adamantly. “We can’t do this.”
“We’re not doing anything.”
“Aires, you know damn well what I’m talking about. We have to keep this professional.”
“I am being professional. I have my gym shorts on, don’t I?”
She snickered. “You’re horrible.”
“And you’re gorgeous. Quite the pair we make.”
“Aires!”
“I love it when you scream my name.”
“Stop…”
“Stop what?”
“Stop being all adorable and stuff.”
“I hate to break it to you, but I’m just an adorable guy, and there’s really nothing I can do about it. It’s a blessing and a curse. I’m actually talking to my therapist about it.”
“That’s good. Does she know about me?”
“I can’t discuss what we talk about because it’s client-therapist confidentiality, and I’m not one for breaking the rules.”
“As you hold me hostage?”
“I hardly call this a kidnapping, but I’m down if you want to act out a scene from the movie 365.”
“You would reference that movie.”
“Yeah, well, I was up for the main role, but my dick was too big, so you know… they had to go with someone smaller.”
She bursted out laughing.
“My balls are huge too, so that was pretty much a deal breaker as well.”
“Why do I feel like you’re actually telling the truth?”
“My cock is a high commodity in these parts.”
“Oh, so you’ll be going full frontal in this movie like I will?”