Total pages in book: 144
Estimated words: 147415 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 737(@200wpm)___ 590(@250wpm)___ 491(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 147415 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 737(@200wpm)___ 590(@250wpm)___ 491(@300wpm)
It’s enough to activate any dormant sweet tooth, though mine isn’t obsessed with the ice cream today.
I can’t keep my eyes off this woman to save my life.
She’s wearing hip-hugging jeans and a t-shirt that’s just tight enough for me to see the slight protrusion of her nipples.
Fuck, sometimes I have to pinch myself hard to remember she’s mine. Then I wonder how I ever got so lucky.
“I think we should go back to the car,” I tell her matter-of-factly.
There’s probably a secluded parking lot somewhere, right? Behind a building will do just fine.
Or hell, we could just stay where we are, consequences be damned.
She raises a tanned arm, shielding her face from the autumn sun. “Why? It’s such a nice view.”
I grit my teeth.
There’s no argument there with sailboats and green islands and fifteen shades of blue between the sky and the placid waters below.
Still.
I can’t just pin her to the wall of the busy grocery store or the burger joint next door, although it’s mighty tempting. There's a lot of elderly folks milling around the narrow streets, and I won’t be liable for triggering any heart attacks.
I bend down, pressing my mouth to her ear. “Because if we don’t go back to the car right now, I’m going to fuck you right here in broad daylight.”
Her eyes pop.
I fucking love the fact that I can still make them do that.
It’s like I can see the desire flaring in her veins when she smiles. It kicks my own heart and spikes my adrenaline to eleven.
Since getting together, I can’t keep track of the number of times we have sex during any given week.
It’s probably unhealthy and absolutely indecent.
Completely inappropriate when she wakes up with my tongue already working on her clit. Every time she comes into the office, the blinds snap shut and she leaves teeth marks on my wrist from stifling her moans.
Almost every day and it’s still never enough.
I’d say she enjoys the routine as much as I do.
I think a few people have gotten the message. Hannah noticeably takes her lunches away from her desk anytime Destiny visits.
I don’t blame her. I also don’t care.
Frankly, I’m just glad she hasn’t handed in her notice after watching her boss transform his office into a naked freakshow.
That isn’t even touching the number of times I’ve had her outside.
On the grass, the dock, the yacht, once I managed to lure her back on it after we triple checked the weather for clear skies.
Throbbing flesh does a lot to chase away bad memories.
So do a few hours in my cabin with the glass walls, where the only storm is us, gasping and sweating and groaning each other’s names through clenched teeth.
She always comes so sweet for me.
When it comes to Destiny, I’m as shameless as I am fucking insatiable.
And right now, I need to have her again. Simple as.
She looks me up and down, a smile quirking her lips, nodding at my hard-on. “Careful, boy. I almost think you want us to get slapped with indecency charges.”
“There’s an easy workaround, and it involves dragging your cute ass back to the vehicle right this second,” I growl.
“One that won’t get us arrested? It’s a busy place with the fall tourists and all...”
“I’ll drive off-road, dammit. Into the trees, the brush, where there’s no one around to see.”
“Hmmm,” she mutters thoughtfully, holding my gaze as she licks up the cone, drawing the ice cream back into her mouth with a curl of her tongue.
Little she-devil.
She’s about to find out I’m willing to face the rap for public indecency if she keeps teasing me like that.
“Tell me,” she says, not looking away. I’m too caught up in the way the sun reddens her nose and highlights her freckles.
“Tell you what?” I ask.
The sun gleams on her hair and fuck, I want to thread my fingers through it and pull until she tilts her head back and exposes her throat.
All the better to bite you, my dear.
I want a hundred, a thousand, terrible, filthy things.
“When will you get tired of me?” she asks, but her voice is a whisper.
My brows go up.
“Never. How is that a question?”
“Can’t blame a girl for asking. I almost believe you.”
“Almost?” I snort. “If there's any room for doubt, then someone needs a nice, long reminder of just how obsessed I am, Dess.”
I watch her shudder, hiding behind her blooming red cheeks and sunrise smile.
For a second, I think that’s it, that’s all she’s going to say.
Then she nods. Just once. Decisively.
“Well, okay. Let’s go find where we parked and—”
I don’t let her finish.
She’s airborne as I lift her out of the chair and we take off through the hilly streets like teenagers playing tag. I don’t even care that my hard-on makes it damnably awkward to run, or that she’s giggling and playfully fighting back when I finally grab her.