Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 97944 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 490(@200wpm)___ 392(@250wpm)___ 326(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97944 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 490(@200wpm)___ 392(@250wpm)___ 326(@300wpm)
Before long, Tate turns down a secluded, overgrown road. “You sure there’s a house here?” I ask, amazed he even saw it. “Seems pretty… uh, uninhabited…” As I finish my sentence, a quant wood cabin comes into view. “Wow…” I breathe out, taking in the wraparound porch and stone path leading to a firepit. What steals my attention, though, is the large dock overlooking the lake. “This is all ours?”
“Welcome to your hiding place.”
“Shit, I hope we never get found.” He parks, and I climb out, looking around. “Shame I didn’t bring a swimsuit.” I turn and wiggle my brows.
“I’m sure we can work around that.”
“Hmmm…” is all I say. The mental image of Tate naked in that lake is too much. Thank goodness for the humidity. I don’t have to explain why my cheeks are suddenly flushed. Tate walks up the steps to the door and enters a code, telling me to sit tight as he inspects the place. When he returns, I’m already running toward the dock.
“Mindy?” I hear him call my name as I lift my top over my head and hop out of my yoga pants. Seconds later, I catch air as I run off the dock and cannonball into the lake. Air bubbles erupt around me as I resurface and laugh. Tate stands at the edge of the dock, his arms crossed over his delicious chest.
“I told you to stay put.”
“Since when do I listen to what you say? You gonna get in?”
“Wasn’t planning on it. You’re getting your stitches wet.”
“Thanks, Doc.” The sun casts a shadow against his face, making him look more handsome. “You look hot. Maybe you should get in and cool off.” He stares down at me for a beat, then lifts his shirt over his head and tosses it to the side, teasing me. “No pants allowed. Read the sign,” I say, pointing to a sign that doesn’t exist. He doesn’t bother looking, knowing I’m full of shit, but he amuses me anyway. His hands find his zipper, and I lick my bottom lip as he discards his jeans and boxer briefs. My nipples perk at the sight of him, and I thank god my nipples are hidden under the water—not that I can hide the water vibrating around me as my body shivers in anticipation.
He dives in, and I tread water, waiting for him to pop back up. Seconds pass, and he still hasn’t surfaced. Okay, maybe encouraging him to jump in was a bad idea. “Tate?” I swim in circles, looking for him. “Tate? Tate—!” Two hands wrap around my waist, and a scream erupts from my throat.
Tate pops up and pulls me into him. “We’re going to have to lay down some rules.”
“Yeah?” My question comes out a little more breathless than I would like. “And what are those?”
“For starters, it doesn’t matter how secluded and off the grid we are, you stay close.”
His hardness rubbing against my belly sends a ripple of desire straight to my core. “How close?” I wrap my arms around his neck. His hands still gripping my waist, he lifts me in the water, settles me onto his cock, and I slide down on him.
“Very close,” he replies as I take him all in. “Do we have an understanding?”
“Not sure yet,” I hum. “Keep explaining.”
His chuckle vibrates against my lips. “What do you need to know?”
“I’m more of a hands-on learner. Showing instead of telling goes a long way.” Long is right. Fuck, I’m losing at my own game. “Any other rules?” I ask, taking him deeper.
He bites at my bottom lip. “That you listen to every word I say.”
“Hmmm…an example?”
“If I tell you to take me deeper, you do it.” He lifts me up only to plunge me down on his cock.
“Shit. Okay. Got it.”
“Good.” He raises and drops me repeatedly in a slow rhythm that causes my body to tremble and my insides to pulse. I bite my bottom lip as my orgasm tears through me, my body convulsing in pleasure. A deep masculine rumble rolls off Tate’s tongue, and his thrusts become wild and untamed. He takes control, fucking me until his cock pulses as he comes hard inside me. When I return to reality, Tate is treading through the water, carrying me onto the man-made beach.
“You gonna listen from now on?”
“Yes, Daddy,” I snicker against his chest, hissing when he slaps my ass.
“Daddy? What makes you think I’m older than you?”
I pull back. “There’s no way you’re younger. You totally have to be older… I think. Damn, really?”
Tate laughs. “I’m kidding. I’m thirty-two.”
Phew. Never pictured myself as a cradle robber. “Fine, what do I call you?”
His lips lower. “How about mine?”
My heart explodes in my chest. Mine. Tate wants me to be his. The girl in me does a little happy dance and twirls and twirls and—okay, enough pretend twirling. “Hmmm… sounds okay.”