Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 89331 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 447(@200wpm)___ 357(@250wpm)___ 298(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89331 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 447(@200wpm)___ 357(@250wpm)___ 298(@300wpm)
Out of the corner of my eye, I catch movement in a dark shadow. My heart rate picks up, and I turn mid lap to swim to the other side of the pool. When I breach the water, the shape moves into the light, and I roll my eyes at myself.
It’s just Perseus.
“What’s wrong, princess? Did I scare you?” he asks with a sneer.
“Not scare so much as annoy. Why are you down here? Already done with the flavor of the night?” I try not to stare at his body. He is only wearing a pair of gray sweat pants that leave nothing to the imagination.
“Is that jealousy I hear?” He comes to the edge of the pool.
“Annoyance,” I correct. “And pity for the girl.”
“You and I need to have a little talk,” he says before stripping down naked and diving in to the pool. His body makes a graceful arc as he slices into the water then comes up only inches from me.
“Talk about what?”
“About how you ran your mouth earlier today.”
“Oh, that.” I pretend to think about it for a moment. “Nope, I am pretty solid on everything I said.”
“You don’t know what you’re talking about.” He moves closer to me. “See, I don’t think you believed a word you said.”
“No, I am pretty sure Heph is a great lay, Paris is a romantic and a giver, and I am pretty positive Eros is incredibly kinky.” My ass still stings from the spanking just to prove my point about Eros.
“About me.” His voice drops. “I think you want me. And the women I bring back here make you jealous, and you hate yourself for it.”
“I think you’re delusional.” My voice comes out shaky as I watch the drops of water from his hair drip onto his muscular shoulder, then run down his thick chest to his toned abs before disappearing in the pool.
“Am I?” He brings his hand out of the water to my shoulder. Perseus strokes his thumb across my clavicle, and I can’t help the way my heart starts to race as little bolts of energy sizzle across my skin and heat builds in my core. “I think you want me to prove how wrong you are.”
His gaze burns into me as he leans in closer. My mind is telling me to push him away, but my body betrays me as it responds to his touch. I feel myself getting wet with anticipation as he slides his hand down my arm and takes my hand.
He pulls me close to him, so I can feel his hardness against my thigh. And just like that, I’m lost in him. His lips crash onto mine, and his tongue sweeps into my mouth. I moan as he moves his lips down my neck, and I can feel him marking me as his.
Suddenly, I don’t care about anything else. All I want is him. I know it’s wrong, but the feeling of his strong arms around me and his lips on my skin make it seem so right.
But this is Perseus. My enemy.
I try to step back, but he moves closer. He snakes his other hand around my waist, holding me in place. My breaths come in short gasps as he leans in, his lips hovering just above mine.
“Don’t deny it,” he whispers, and I can feel his hot breath on my skin. “I’ve seen the way you look at me when you think I’m not looking.”
I shake my head, trying to dispel the lustful thoughts running through my mind. I shouldn’t be feeling this way about him.
I try to push away from him again, but he tightens his grip.
“Go back to your flavor of the night,” I say, hoping I sound more authoritative than I feel.
“I sent her away. I think I’d much rather taste you,” he says.
I want to come back with something. Some sort of snappy retort. But nothing comes.
“Tell me you don’t want this,” he demands, his lips grazing my skin.
I swallow hard, my mind foggy with desire. “I can’t.” My voice is barely above a whisper.
I manage to put my back to him in the hope that not looking into his seductive eyes will help.
This is Eros’s fault. He got my body so turned on, and without quenching my desires, I’m left defenseless to Perseus’s attack.
He presses his body against mine, his chest firm against my back. He trails his hands down my arms, sending shivers through my body. I can feel his hard length pressing against me, and I can’t help the moan that escapes my lips.
“Good,” he growls, slipping his hands beneath my bikini top. He cups my breasts, teasing my already-hard nipples with his thumbs.
This is wrong, but I can’t seem to stop. His hands are everywhere, trailing down my back and cupping my ass as he grinds against me. I’m lost in the sensations, the feel of his hard body pressed against mine, the sound of our breathing and the water sloshing around us.