Total pages in book: 210
Estimated words: 203847 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1019(@200wpm)___ 815(@250wpm)___ 679(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 203847 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1019(@200wpm)___ 815(@250wpm)___ 679(@300wpm)
And as he reels off an order, it doesn’t escape my notice that, despite my breakdown, we didn’t really sort anything out at all.
I open my legs and arch my back. And hit a solid wall of muscle.
The solid wall of muscle groans, and I roll onto my side at the same time that it—Tyler—makes a grab for me. Unfortunately for me—or fortunately, depending on how you look at it—he’s quicker. He loops an arm over my body and physically yanks me back into him.
I squeak as my back hits his chest.
“Morning,” he mumbles into my shoulder, leaving a line of kisses along my skin.
“Go away,” I reply, shuffling away. “I need the toilet.”
“Sexiest thing I’ve heard in a while.” He laughs, releasing me, and blood rushes to my cheeks.
Shit. Note to self: replace brain-to-mouth filter.
With my cheeks still flaming, I climb out of bed and run into my bathroom. I flatten my palms against my cheeks while I…take care of business. Then I slowly walk back into my room.
Tyler’s leaning against the headboard and has turned the TV on. “Be a love and get me a cup of tea.”
“That has to be the most British sentence I’ve ever heard,” I reply, whipping the covers away from him. “And the answer is a big fat no.”
I jump into the bed next to him. The controller hits the ground with a thunk and Tyler’s hands grab my waist. He tugs me down the bed until I’m flat on my back and leans over me.
“I wasn’t asking you, babe. I was telling you.”
His voice hums over my chest, making my pulse thrum in my neck.
“Unless you’re telling me to get on my knees and suck your cock, I’m not good with being told what to do.”
His lips twitch up. “Oh, believe me. I know.” He trails a finger across my bare stomach, up to my breastbone. He teases it between my breasts until it climbs my neck, ghosts the curve of my jaw, and rests on my bottom lip. “And being told what to do it isn’t all you’re good at.”
“Honey, you’re telling me things I already know. This conversation is completely pointless.” I kiss his fingertip then bat his hand away.
“Had much experience with it?” His eyes spark with heat.
I roll out from under him, get up, and slide my panties down my legs. I grab some clean underwear from the drawer and proceed to get dressed. All the while, his eyes are roving over my body like he’s been starved of me.
Finally, I turn, glancing at him over my shoulder. “Experience means shit. I know I could give you the best damn blow job of your life.”
“Is that so?”
“I challenge you to find out.”
“Accepted. My place. Seven p.m.” He swings his legs out of bed and grabs the navy lingerie he bought me. “Wear this. Or else.”
“Or else what?”
“Or else I’ll smack your arse so hard you’ll feel my hand there for a week.”
“Tempting.” I catch the thong and tuck it into my palm. “I happen to be fond of your spankings… And your hands.”
I laugh and run out of my room. Tyler’s own quiet laugh follows me, and I flick the kettle to boiling. Brits and their fucking tea.
He wraps his arms around me from behind and buzzes his lips down my neck. “You’re a dirty, rotten tease, bitch.”
“And you’re awfully demanding.” I smile and throw a teabag into a mug for him. I spoon coffee into the second.
“It’s hard not to be when you give in to every single one… Especially if handcuffs are involved.”
“Or ties. Or scarfs. Or maybe chains,” I tease.
“Chains, hmm?”
“Are you getting ideas now?”
He reaches out and grabs his tea. He curls his fingers around the mug handle. “Liv,” he breathes close to my mouth. “All you have to do is exist and I get ideas. About you over my sofa. In the bath…. My balcony railings.”
A shiver runs through me from head to toe. “Balcony?”
“Where everyone could see you. I’ll give you three guesses where you’ll find yourself tonight.” He steps away as another shiver grasps my body.
I turn and watch him as he walks to my sofa. His steps are so steady, so smooth. Yet me? I don’t dare take a step because I know my legs are trembling.
The balcony? Over the railings? On the chair? On the table? Against the wall?
The possibilities are endless, and each idea scoots through my mind with a blinding flash. And I ache everywhere, already desperate for his touch.
The man is destroying me. And I’m relishing every second.
Tyler props his feet on my coffee table and looks over at me. His dark eyes glint knowingly, and the mug he raises to his mouth covers his smirk. “Aren’t you joining me?”
“Now or later?” I quip back.
“There’s no question about later, Liv. There never is. We both know you’ll be there.”