Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 57188 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 286(@200wpm)___ 229(@250wpm)___ 191(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57188 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 286(@200wpm)___ 229(@250wpm)___ 191(@300wpm)
It was the best sex of my life. The most fun I’d ever had with a woman, and by the time the sun rose, I knew that I would never, ever, get enough of Toni.
Chapter 12
Toni
The alarm sounded, jarring and obnoxious as it pulled me from the most delicious dream imaginable. Brady was naked with his strong, lean body wrapped around mine. He kissed my sensitive skin and told me I was beautiful as his fingers, his mouth and his dick, did wickedly wonderful things to me. He yanked orgasm after orgasm from my body with just a flick of his wrist or his tongue.
I moaned and a set of masculine arms tensed around me. My eyes flew open, and for the fifth time in as many days, I came awake shocked by the fact that Brady was in my bed. Naked. Sleeping.
“You’re thinking too hard again.” His lips brushed a sensitive spot behind my ear and I shivered. Brady laughed. “Good morning, Antonia.”
“Morning,” I grumbled, secretly loving the way my full name sounded on his lips. My body instinctively relaxed against Brady’s hard chest with a sigh. My nipples beaded, and almost as if he could sense it, his big hands were there, grabbing my breasts and then pinching my nipples. “The morning is becoming better,” I moaned.
Brady laughed. “That’s better.”
I rolled my eyes, thankful he couldn’t see me. “It’s seven,” I told him the same way I had every morning this week.
“It’s Friday,” he shot back.
“Still a workday for some of us.” I wasn’t the boss here. Even though I didn’t say it and neither did Brady, we both knew it was true.
He groaned and rolled me onto my back before settling his body against mine. “I have work to do too,” he whispered, brushing a tantalizing kiss to my lips. “I just find you far more appealing than work.”
I wanted to ask him what his work was exactly, but it would start another argument or another distracting round of sex. I preferred the latter, but it only reminded me of the former. “Lucky me,” I purred sincerely. A man like Brady was a certified workaholic, I recognized it easily because I’d grown up with one, and the fact that I made him not want to work was flattering.
“Luckier me,” he growled and pushed his morning erection between my thighs. We came together hard and fast, both of us reached that peak in just a few minutes, leaving less than five before the alarm clock sounded again, bursting the bubble and reminding us that it was back to the real world. “I need a week with you on a remote island. And no clothes.”
I laughed and basked in his praise, and his post-coital kisses. “Sounds good to me.” It was too bad he didn’t trust me with the basic details of his life. Forget it, Toni. Enjoy this, whatever it is, while it lasts.
That’s what I’d vowed to do, and just like every morning this week, I spent the time in the shower strengthening my resolve, ignoring my soft heart that wanted to make excuses for the secrets. The shield he kept between us. By the time I made my way downstairs, I was dressed to kill in black leather leggings, and a plain white lace t-shirt, I felt like a new woman.
Mostly.
“Good morning,” I said to Layla in a sing-song voice.
She looked up from her tablet with a bright smile. “Good morning, Toni! What are we doing today?”
I froze because it was the first time in years I’d fallen down on the job. I hadn’t planned any activities for her today because I was too busy getting in her guardian’s—by boss’s—pants.
“Um, I’m not sure,” I said honestly. “I figured we could spend an hour or so drawing and then you can decide what you want to learn today. That will determine what our next activity will be.”
Her eyes, so much like her uncle’s, widened in surprise. “Me?”
I nodded as I poured a mug of coffee. “Yep. The best way to keep learning is having a desire to learn so today it’s dealer’s choice. You pick what you want to know about and together we’ll find a way to make it work.”
“Cool!”
Heavy footsteps sounded and then Brady appeared, looking as if he’d just walked off the runway in a three-piece suit that made his dark hair and light eyes pop. The phrase devastatingly handsome came to mind instantly. Lust surged through me and when it faded, I frowned.
“Going somewhere fancy?” It looked like a date night outfit, except it was early in the morning, and he worked at home so it was…unusual.
Brady seemed shocked at my question and he looked down at his designer, bespoke suit and shrugged. “No. I have meetings that require my presence at the office.”