Drunk on You (Love & Whiskey #1) Read Online Nikki Ash

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Erotic, Insta-Love Tags Authors: Series: Love & Whiskey Series by Nikki Ash
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Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 78304 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 392(@200wpm)___ 313(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
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chapter nineteen

JULIAN

When I walked into the bathroom to go pee, I didn’t plan on having sex with Ana, let alone hot fucking shower sex that involved her vibrating pink rubber dildo. But I can’t say I regret it in the least because it was the best sex of my life. And that says a lot because I’ve had my fair share of sex.

I wasn’t sure which woman I’d get—the proper marketing analyst who prefers luncheons over clubs or the feisty woman who deflated my tires and put gay porn on my laptop. Based on the way her eyes lit up at the idea of anal and how she screamed while she came all over my cock, feisty Ana was who I was fucking. And, holy shit, do I want more.

After we finished showering and drying off, I left her to get ready while I got dressed. We’re attending a luau with her dad and Selene, so I’m dressed in a pair of gray linen pants, a long-sleeved white button-down, rolled to my elbows, and a pair of flip-flops.

I’m returning an email when Ana steps out of the bathroom, dressed in a low-cut, long tropical dress that shows off the swells of her breasts with a slit that runs straight up her thigh, exposing her toned, tanned leg. Her hair is down in perfect waves, and she put on a fresh face of makeup, complete with her signature bright red lipstick that matches the color of the flowers on her dress. She saunters over to where a pair of heels are waiting for her and slides them on.

“Do I look like I belong here?” she asks, doing a playful twirl.

“You look like you belong riding my cock,” I say, standing and walking over to her. I grip the curve of her hip with one hand and run my other up her smooth thigh and around to her backside, learning that she’s only wearing a tiny piece of fabric that I’d bet barely covers her cunt and nothing more.

“Please tell me you don’t mind giving head because the thought of you wrapping those lips around my shaft and staining it red might sound cliché, but it’s got me sporting a semi.”

Ana throws her head back with a melodic laugh, and like opposite poles of a magnet, I’m drawn to the column of her neck, peppering kisses along it while inhaling her signature floral scent that, tonight, is mixed with coconut from her suntan lotion she was reapplying all day.

“Oh God,” she mutters, shaking her head. “If you keep doing that, we’ll never make it out of this room.” She backs up slightly and locks eyes with me. “But for the record, I love giving head, and if you play your cards right, by the end of the night, my lips will be wrapped around your dick.”

With a playful wink, she walks past me, stopping to brush her fingertips along my groin. I grab her hand and tug her toward me, but it doesn’t take much since she comes willingly.

Reaching up, she whispers, “And if you’re a good boy, I’ll even let you fuck my mouth. A little fun fact: I have no gag reflex.”

“That’s it!” I lift her over my shoulder, and she shrieks in shock. “The only place we’re going to is the bedroom.” I give her ass a hard slap, making her giggle.

“Julian, put me down!” she yells through her laughter as she pounds my back. “We have to go to dinner, and you’re messing up my hair.”

“Oh, baby,” I tell her, setting her down on her feet since she’s right. As much as I want nothing more than to rip our clothes off and sink into her, we can’t stand her dad and Selene up.

“We need to take pictures before dinner,” I say, grabbing my wallet, phone, and room key. “Because afterward, I’m going to be messing up a whole lot more than your hair.”

“Mmm,” she moans dramatically. “I can’t wait.”

With another smack to her ass—this one not as hard—I push her out the door before we don’t make it to dinner.

When we arrive at the luau, we show the hostess our IDs, and we’re each given a wristband, indicating we’re old enough to drink. Then, a woman places a bright pink-and-white-flowered lei over each of our heads.

We thank her and then stop at the drink station, each grabbing a mai tai before we make our way over to the table where Ana’s dad and Selene are sitting with a drink in their hands.

“Mmm,” Ana moans, taking a sip. “Delicious.”

I take a sip of mine and have to agree. It’s a good quality drink.

“Oh, Anastasia. You look beautiful,” Selene gushes when she spots us. “Hawaii definitely agrees with you.”

She envelops Ana in a motherly embrace. I’m not sure if it’s because of the sun she’s gotten today or if she’s overwhelmed by the affection, but when she thanks Selene, she says it almost shyly, her cheeks tinted a light shade of pink that I didn’t notice before. Then, Samuel stands to give her a hug as well.



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