Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 67967 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 340(@200wpm)___ 272(@250wpm)___ 227(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67967 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 340(@200wpm)___ 272(@250wpm)___ 227(@300wpm)
My shoulders feel lighter, my muscles loosen. I’ve been avoiding this conversation with him out of fear, but I find it feels so good to talk about my writing.
Darius’s gaze is soft, loving, inquisitive. “What was it about? Your first series?”
“Cowboys. So you can see why I loved Gran’s barn so much.” We share a secret smile, thinking of our tryst in the hayloft. “And I’ve had a little writer's block since then, but luckily, I’ve recently found some inspiration.”
He slides his hand over my thigh under the table, giving it a soft squeeze. “Thank you for sharing. And whoever it is you’ve found your inspiration in, is a very lucky man.” He gives me a kiss on my cheek.
Before Tiffany can respond with her sharp tongue, dogging my profession, my cowboys, Gran stands from the table. “Tiffany, Rawley, these dishes aren’t going to clear themselves. Let’s let our little author head upstairs to send her email and the four of us can get this mess cleaned up.”
I stand to help. “Oh, that’s okay. I can help out first, and send my email later—”
Gran cuts me off with a wave of her hand. “Scoot. Now.”
I can’t hold back my silly grin at her no-nonsense ways. Darius kisses me goodbye, sending me upstairs with a very public swat to my rear that has my face heating up and me biting my lip. I suppose it’s the modern caveman’s method of claiming ownership and I love it.
Taking the stairs two by two, I take another deep breath. After the intensity of the day, I can’t wait to have a few minutes alone. Closing the door behind me, I dress in my comfiest sweats, throw my hair on the top of my head in a messy knot, and grab my computer from my backpack.
Snuggling down under the quilt that’s just as soft as I’d imagined it would be, I turn on my laptop, grateful I splurged for that hotspot with my wireless company—do they even have internet out here? After shooting an email to Sarah, reassuring her I’ll be able to meet the deadline we discussed, I jump into my story.
I find my daddy dom book turning into a retelling of Beauty and Beast. The hero is gruff and aloof, yet everything he does seems to be in care of his beautiful captive. He has a hard exterior, yet he’s so attentive to her needs, it leaves her wondering… does he love me?
She tries to run away from him, but he catches her. The chemistry between them is palpable and I find myself writing one of the dirtiest scenes of my life, reminiscent of the night Darius tracked me down on the street, punishing me and making me come till I was bucking over his lap, white stars in my line of vision.
The beast is just about to slam his huge cock into Beauty’s ready sex when someone enters the room. I’m so lost in my writing, I startle, nearly jumping two feet in the air. Darius is creeping in the room, trying to close the door behind him without making the sound of the metal latch clicking.
Hitting save, I close the laptop with a guilty click, sliding it onto the nightstand. “You surprised me!”
“I was hoping to. There was no way I was going the whole night without seeing you again.” A corner of his lip quirks up. “But I’m also not too old for Gran to dress down, so... shhh.” He climbs into the bed beside me, propping his elbow up on the mattress and stares at me. “Did you get your work done?”
“I sure did.”
“Good girl. Then you get to reward yourself, don’t you?”
What does his dirty mind have in store for me? “Well, you could reward me. If you wanted to.” I bat my eyelashes, hoping for his touch.
He shakes his head, a devilish grin in his eyes. “No. You are going to do it.”
“Wh-what do you mean?” My already damp panties are now soaked.
“I want to see you touch yourself. I want to watch as you bring yourself to orgasm. Right here in this room.”
I look around me. It feels so naughty, to do this, here in his Gran’s guestroom, with all the lights on. “Um… could we at least turn this light off first?”
His hand reaches out, grabbing mine and stopping me from turning off the lamp. “No. I want to see you. All of you.” Kneeling on the bed, his hands move to the waistband of my sweatpants. He pulls them down my legs, tugging them off and discarding them to the floor.
A thrill runs through me at the idea of carrying out his wishes. Having just written the hottest sex scene between Beauty and her Beast, I’m already turned on. And now, I have to please a beast of my own.