Total pages in book: 33
Estimated words: 30692 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 153(@200wpm)___ 123(@250wpm)___ 102(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 30692 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 153(@200wpm)___ 123(@250wpm)___ 102(@300wpm)
I threw on a black T-shirt, then tried to work for a while, but I couldn’t keep my mind from straying to the woman sleeping in the next room. A glance at the clock told me it was just after eight when I realized we’d never eaten dinner. I decided to fix us something that could be eaten cold in case she woke up hungry.
Food wasn’t the answer to satisfying my particular hunger, but what I needed wasn’t on the menu at the moment.
I was fixing a cold pasta salad when I heard a rustle and looked up to see a vision of perfection. Samantha’s expression was sleepy, and her blond curls hung down her back and floated around her like a halo. She’d changed into my T-shirt, and while the hem fell to her knees, it showed enough leg for me to salivate. The neck was too big as well and dipped off one shoulder, showing off a pink bra strap that perfectly matched the color of the blouse she’d been wearing earlier.
“I’m sorry I fell asleep,” she murmured as she shuffled into the kitchen.
“Don’t apologize for being tired, baby. It was a hell of a day.” I gestured to the large island. “Are you hungry? Why don’t you sit and I’ll fix you dinner?”
Samantha yawned as she hopped up onto one of the stools. “I could eat.”
I smiled and retrieved two bowls and some silverware, then filled the dishes with pasta before bringing them to the island and sitting on the stool beside her.
“Mmm, this is delicious,” she effused after taking her first bite. She ate every morsel, and when I filled her bowl again, she devoured all of that too.
“I was hungrier than I thought,” she giggled with pink cheeks.
“Don’t be embarrassed by that.” I trailed a finger over her cheek. “Seeing a woman eat like a human instead of a rabbit is refreshing.”
Samantha laughed and climbed off her seat to take her dish to the sink.
“Leave it, baby,” I instructed when she turned on the faucet to rinse it. “The housekeeper will get everything in the morning.”
I couldn’t help laughing at the expression on her face. She looked thoroughly confused, and in her mussed state, it was fucking adorable. “You have a housekeeper? You don’t normally do dishes?” The prospect seemed to delight her for a moment, then her face fell, and she shook her head. “She doesn’t need any more work than she already has,” she insisted as she flipped on the water again.
Laughing, I picked up my dishes and hurried over to put them in the sink and shut the water off. “I have a feeling that being a billionaire is going to take some getting used to for you.”
Samantha stared up at me, her blue eyes swirling with questions, but she must have decided she wasn’t ready to ask because she licked her lips and walked back to the island.
“Are you still tired?”
She shook her head. “I shouldn't have taken such a late nap. I’m wide awake now.”
I smiled and closed the distance between us, looping my arms around her waist. “Luckily, there’s a lot to do around here,” I teased before kissing the tip of her nose.
The corners of her mouth lifted. “As much fun as it would be to play with all of your toys”—my cock turned to stone, and I swallowed hard at all the thoughts her words had conjured up. All the while, she seemed oblivious to the dirtier interpretations of what she’d said—“I don’t think I’m quite awake enough for more than watching a movie.”
I shook my head as if that would clear away the fog of lust threatening to choke me and latched onto what she’d said. “Movie,” I croaked. “I can definitely do that.”
The theater room was on the opposite side of the house, but it had its own kitchenette stocked with treats. I didn’t bother grabbing anything before taking Samantha to a room that resembled an actual big screen theater with a projector, stadium seating—except the chairs were big, comfy recliners with a few love seats and a couple of couches.
I guided Samantha to one of the couches and handed her the remote, telling her to pick whatever she wanted while I fixed some popcorn and grabbed two bottles of cold water. She picked a comedy that I’d seen before, but I enjoyed watching her reactions to it more than the movie itself.
We’d started out with me lounging on the end of the sofa and Samantha curled up in the middle. But throughout the show, she moved closer and closer, little by little, until she ended up snuggled into my side with my arm wrapped around her.
I loved the feel of her body plastered to mine, but it was also an acute form of torture. Every time she laughed, gasped, or took a single fucking breath, it rubbed her tits against me.