Total pages in book: 230
Estimated words: 217798 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1089(@200wpm)___ 871(@250wpm)___ 726(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 217798 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1089(@200wpm)___ 871(@250wpm)___ 726(@300wpm)
Deep down, I knew he was right, but the fact of the matter was that Pilar was four villas down from mine, and I was in my bedroom with a man I did not care to be having a conversation with right now. Especially at this hour. I hadn’t even had any coffee yet.
I shot him a look. “Well, then, you did your job. Congratulations. Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to get ready for my run.”
“Fine. I’ll pick you up at three for your press conference.” With that, he walked out.
After throwing on a pair of shorts and a T-shirt, I walked out of my room, locked the door behind me, and started running. I wondered what Pilar was up to. Would she still be sleeping? God, what I wouldn’t give to sneak into her room and wake her up with my tongue. I shook the thought away and focused on my breathing, trying not to think about the way she felt beneath me. Attempting to keep from summoning the image of what she would look like naked. What it would feel like to bury my cock inside her. My mind was filled with the vision regardless of how hard I tried to push it away. When I stopped for air, I realized I was standing in front of her villa.
Yanking out my earbuds, I let out a heavy exhale, pacing in front of the building. I had no business being here. I was sweating, and the only thing I seemed to want to do was get her sweaty with me. I shut my eyes and pushed my hair off my forehead, still breathing heavily, trying to get myself to just run the last few steps I needed to return to my villa. According to my watch, I’d run six miles up and down the strip, and somehow, I’d still ended up here.
The back door opened. I turned my attention to Pilar, who stood wearing a stringy, powder-blue bikini I could have only thought up in my wildest dreams. Her skin was golden as the sun beamed down, but I could see a milky white triangle from her previous suit, which had covered slightly more than this one. Tan lines weren’t something I’d ever fully appreciated until this moment. Now, the only thing I could think about was yanking off her top and exploring her.
CHAPTER 8
Pilar
He was simply staring at me. I was peering back and hadn’t said a word either, but in my defense, my heart was pounding in my throat, and I didn’t know how to make it stop. Ben stood just beneath my balcony, sweaty from a run. Glistening and hot as hell. I’d stood by my window and watched his entire circuit, and when he ended up in front of my villa, I thought I was imagining things. And now that he was standing here, looking my way, his eyes taking in every inch of me, I wasn’t sure that I wasn’t imagining it. Because it was obvious that he wanted me. Me. Princess Pilar, who nobody ever wanted. Princess Pilar, whom everyone used for personal gain, not for…pleasure.
I took another step forward, letting him see as much of me as he could. He swallowed visibly, but still didn’t speak. The only conclusion I could come up with was that he was trying to talk himself out of coming upstairs. Well, I wouldn’t let him. I’d have him this once, and then he would be free to leave and regret the whole thing if he wanted to. But I wanted him. Just this once, I wanted something for myself.
“Are you going to come up?” I asked, my voice steady, though my resolve was shaky.
“Are you inviting me?”
“You didn’t strike me as a man who waited for an invitation.”
My response seemed to crumble whatever barrier he was trying to keep up, because the moment I spoke the words, his expression darkened, and he stepped up to the villa. I couldn’t see him below, but I heard his voice and those of the guards. They knew to let him up. I’d already told them that he had clearance to enter whenever he wanted. Of course, I’d thought that might have been last night after he kissed me silly and dropped me off at home. But he hadn’t come over. I’d spent the entire night tossing and turning, imagining him sneaking in and having his way with me. The only thing that had happened was that I woke, alone, bathed in sweat in response to the sex-crazed dream I had of him. Not even Joss had been here. She’d been summoned back to Paris to deal with my brother’s bullshit, and I was left with a handful of guards, a hot football player, and a heart that felt the need to beat out of control every time Ben was around.