Total pages in book: 132
Estimated words: 133224 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 666(@200wpm)___ 533(@250wpm)___ 444(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 133224 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 666(@200wpm)___ 533(@250wpm)___ 444(@300wpm)
Henley rolls his eyes. “I’m just saying, take it slow.”
“You go as fast as you need to.” Antony elbows me with a smirk. “Don’t listen to the grinch.”
“I’m not, don’t worry.” I pick up some shampoo and throw it into my basket.
“Okay, what else do you need?” Antony asks as he looks around.
“I need to learn how to be romantic.”
“Impossible.” Henley looks at me deadpan.
“It’s not impossible.”
“Look it up in the dictionary, then.”
“It’s in the dictionary?” I frown as we walk between the shelves.
“Yes.” He keeps walking in front. “It’s in between the words stupid and gullible.”
Rebecca
I bend down to zip my suitcase, and I feel a throb deep inside. My body is tender this morning, suffering the consequences of our rough night.
Images of Blake on top of me come floating through my mind. My legs were up around his shoulders, his cock so deep that I felt every single inch that he gave me.
The look on his face as he came.
I smirk to myself; I can still feel that damn piercing, and good lord . . . it was good. Who am I kidding: it wasn’t good.
It was fucking phenomenal.
And now I get him all to myself for an entire week. I smile as I keep zipping up my suitcase.
Things couldn’t be going any better.
Before he left this morning, he thought I was asleep. I could feel him looking me over as he lay beside me. He pulled the blankets up over me and tucked me in before softly kissing my forehead and whispering for me to have a good day.
My heart.
I knew we’d get along because of how strong our friendship is, but the physical side of us has blown me away. I never dreamed it would be this good or that he would be so tuned in to what my body needs.
To be honest, I don’t know if it’s because I haven’t been with someone for so long or because I’ve just never had this level of connection before.
It feels different.
Like a storybook kind of swoony, the feelings I’ve been searching for.
Have a good day. I hear his whispered words again as they play in my head, and I glance at my watch.
Two hours until I get to see him.
The Porsche pulls up out front, and from my place at the window, I bounce up and down. I race back into the kitchen and check myself out in the reflection of the oven.
Knock, knock.
“Come in,” I call.
The door opens, and there he stands, all six foot three of heavenly man. He gives me a slow, sexy smile. “There she is.”
“Hi.” I beam.
“Hi.” He steps forward and takes me into his arms. His lips gently take mine. “Are you ready for Cancún?”
“I am.” I smile as his lips drop to my neck. His hands go to my behind, and he drags me onto him. “Stop doing that, or we are going to miss our plane,” I murmur as he gets rougher with his neck kissing.
“I’m just getting you ready for the plane.”
I giggle as I try to pull out of his arms. “I don’t need to be turned on for a plane ride, Blake.”
“I need my girl turned on all the time.”
My eyes meet his.
His girl.
A thrill of excitement rushes through me. I really need to get a handle on this fangirling; it’s getting out of hand.
“My bags are here.” I grab my suitcase, and he takes it off me. “Anything else?”
“Nope.” I grab my handbag and follow him out the door. “Did you water your plants?” I ask as we walk to his car.
“Yes, Mom, did you?” He smirks as he puts my suitcase in the trunk.
“Yes, Dad.”
We smile stupidly at each other, as if this is the best thing that ever happened to us.
Maybe it is.
We get into the car, and he grabs my hand and puts it on his thick quad muscle as he drives. He chats away, and every now and then, he mindlessly picks up my hand and kisses my fingertips while I try my hardest to act cool.
Is this really happening?
This is already the best vacation of my life.
“This is the captain speaking. We are preparing for landing. I trust you’ve had a pleasant trip, and thank you for flying with us today.”
I smile over at my travel partner, and he gives me a sexy wink. Blake and I have drunk way too much champagne, and we’ve laughed and flirted for the entire six-hour flight.
“I still can’t believe we flew business class,” I lean over and whisper.
“I can’t believe you’ve only ever flown coach.” He widens his eyes.
I sit back in my seat as my mind returns to my marriage and the way things were. We never flew business; we never went to fancy restaurants or took exotic vacations. And it’s not like we didn’t have money; John was a top-paid surgeon with a giant family trust fund. We just never did anything that would spend unnecessary money, and at the time, I thought it was because we were being wise and saving for a rainy day. Now I know better—we were just saving for John’s mistresses’ bank account. The one he used to wine and dine his side pieces.