Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 25895 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 129(@200wpm)___ 104(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25895 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 129(@200wpm)___ 104(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
She stares at me, her breakfast forgotten.
“But how will I become a part of that life?” she asks in a hushed tone. “I mean, of course I’ve experimented before, but a sex club …” she says, her voice dying away.
I take one her small hands in my own, enveloping it in my large palm. “I don’t know yet, sweetheart, but we’ll figure it out. The most important thing is that you’re not disgusted by the knowledge. My ownership may be new and surprising, but so long as you’re not adamantly opposed to the lifestyle, I think we’ll be okay. You aren’t, are you?”
The curvy girl shakes her head, those brown curls bouncing.
“No, I’m not disgusted or opposed. I’m just surprised, that’s all. I never would have thought a world-famous author would be a sex club owner in his free time. But who knows? Life is full of surprises,” she says with a humorous smile. And with that, my heart fills with warmth because Haley is everything I knew she’d be. She’s open-minded, accepting, and generous all packaged in a curvy body that gets my heart racing. This woman, despite being young, is very wise and non-judgmental of others, especially me. My heart thrills and my pulse pounds as I press a kiss to those pretty lips.
“Good,” I growl, “because that means I don’t have to hold back then.”
The brunette’s return smile is saucy.
“Don’t you dare hold back, Mr. Nielsen,” she teases. “I want every bit of you there is.”
Within seconds, I have her in my arms, and my promises to leave her alone for a few hours are scattered into the wind again. I can’t get enough of this woman, and soon, I’m showing her how much I crave that sensuous body.
14
Haley
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It’s been a month since I first moved into the cabin, and my time here has been wonderful. After our first night in bed, Bo and I settled into a comfortable routine. He’d work during the day as I busied myself around the cabin. We would share lunch together, but it was only a brief meal at best. But Bo would finally emerge in the evenings to a delicious dinner, and we’d talk like a real couple. We expressed our hopes and fears, and chattered idly about our days. Only then, would we fall into his bed for a night of fevered lovemaking.
It’s astonishing that Bo’s even able to get up in the mornings for work, seeing that sometimes we don’t fall asleep until the early rays of dawn are peeping through the cracks in the curtains. Yet, my man is ravenous and unstoppable, and I’ve had him in me every which way. My body belongs to him, and he claims me as his own over and over again. I’ve never been so satisfied, and often have to take bubble baths while he’s working, just to rest my aching muscles.
Today, I’m looking over some correspondence from Bo’s agent. It’s such a turn of events because when I arrived, he was adamant that I was only to be a maid and a cook. But now, he actually has me doing some editorial-like activities, and I’ve even read over a few of his working drafts. I love it, and my man is insanely talented. He creates suspense with a skillful hand, and even though thrillers aren’t my thing, I’m now breathlessly following the next adventures of international spy Edward Mason.
But after I’m done reviewing an email from Bo’s agent, I lean back on the couch with a sigh. It’s only ten a.m. and yet I’m already exhausted. I chalk that up to my boyfriend because he kept me up late again, sampling my body. Come to think of it, a bubble bath right about now would be nice. There’s plenty of time before lunch needs to be on the table, and getting up, I pad into the master suite, where there’s a huge tub waiting.
Smiling, I crank up the hot water and then shed my clothes, luxuriating in the steamy confines of the elegant bathroom. It’s all white, just like the one in my room, but there are blue accents and double sinks, not to mention both a tub and a shower stall. My boyfriend and I have made use of the shower multiple times, and I giggle remembering the last time Bo pushed me against the stall wall only to sample my curves again.
With a grateful sigh, I step into the steaming water before sinking down all the way to my shoulders. The waves lap at my hills and valleys, and I tilt my skull back to rest against a special headrest that’s made of a sponge-like material. Ah, this is the life! It’s so warm and relaxing that I close my eyes, allowing myself to luxuriate in the peace and silence.