Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 70607 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 353(@200wpm)___ 282(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70607 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 353(@200wpm)___ 282(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
"I don't think I've seen you so dressed." She looks over at me. I'm wearing dark gray dress pants with a light gray button-down shirt with the sleeves folded up to my elbows. "I'm not sure I like it."
I'm about to say something about when we get back home, but Roberto is there waiting for us. He ushers us to the private table in the middle of the beach. We don't talk that much during dinner. We throw a couple of jokes out there, and she laughs as she drinks champagne, and I know it's because she's trying to think about what is going to happen. When we finish dinner, I kick off my shoes and hold my hand out to her. "Let's walk back to the villa by the beach," I suggest, and she kicks off her shoes. I look over at Roberto, who nods and comes over to grab our shoes. We walk down the beach. "What are you thinking?" I ask as my own nerves are in my stomach.
"It's going to be weird tomorrow," she says softly as we walk slowly down the beach.
"Why is that?" Looking over at her, I wait for her to give me a little sign that she wants more of this. That she will continue this when we get home.
"Well, for one, I've woken up the past four days with a face between my legs," she says, and I gasp.
"You were the one who woke up with a mouthful this morning," I tell her, and she throws her head back.
"It's not my fault," she gasps and stops walking. "He winked at me."
I bring her to me and laugh. "He winked at you," I tease, and she laughs and leans her face up. I want to make her laugh all the time. I want to be the one who makes her laugh. I look down at her, taking her mouth and telling her, "I think I see him winking at you right now."
Chapter 24
Shelby
"Yess,” I hiss, holding Ace's shoulders as I ride his cock as he sits with his back against the headboard. Both his hands roll my nipples as he lets me do all the work. "I'm right there."
"I know," he says as I pick up my speed, and his hands go to my hips. My tits bounce up and down as I pick up speed. He leans down and grazes my nipple with his teeth. Making me moan and move even faster. I wanted to take my time this morning, especially since it will probably be the last time I'm with him. I throw my head back and finally let go with his name on my lips. His hands go to my hips as he thrusts his hips up and grunts out my name. I collapse on his chest, burying my face in his neck as we both try to get our breathing under control. "We have to get up," he says softly, bending to kiss my bare shoulder.
I don't say anything to him because there is a sudden lump in my throat, and I'm afraid that if I speak, it'll come out in a sob. We didn't sleep all night, both of us aware of our looming deadline to whatever we wanted to call this. Neither of us wanted the night to end, both of us not really speaking. "I'm going to head to the shower and finish packing when I get out." I nod my head, getting off him. I sit on the bed while he walks into the bathroom, my eyes on the two bags of luggage open on the floor. "It'll be fine," I tell myself, walking to the closet and packing the rest of my things.
One hour later, I'm zipping up my luggage when the knock on the door fills the silent room. Roberto comes in to grab our suitcases as I stand next to Ace. I take one more look around the room before walking out to the waiting golf cart. The ride to the airport is not much more. I sit in the back of the car, looking out my window with his arm around my shoulders, his thumb rubbing my arm, while my hand is draped on his knee.
I smile when I need to smile and only talk when he asks something. When they call for us to board the plane, I get up, grabbing my bag next to me. "Next stop home," I state, and he gets up, and I look at him. He's wearing his blue shorts with a white short-sleeve T-shirt. His eyes are crystal blue, just like the water we spent the week in.
We walk outside to the tarmac, and my hand slips into his so easily I don't even realize I'm doing it. We walk up the stainless-steel stairs side by side, and the flight attendant smiles at us when we get to the door of the plane. He lets my hand go to put it at the base of my back as he waits for me to walk in before him. "Do you want the window seat?" I look over my shoulder and ask him, and he shakes his head.