Total pages in book: 128
Estimated words: 125140 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 626(@200wpm)___ 501(@250wpm)___ 417(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 125140 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 626(@200wpm)___ 501(@250wpm)___ 417(@300wpm)
He smiles sexily. “It’s pretty good to drive.” He revs the engine as he throws me a sexy wink to show me just how much he loves it.
“What time is it?” I yawn.
“About 8pm.”
“Are we stopping here for the night?” I ask.
“Yes, we will find somewhere to stay.”
I smile and lean over and kiss the side of his face. “Thanks for letting me sleep,” I whisper into his strong face.
He turns and kisses me gently on the lips. “I have an ulterior motive.
I need you to stay awake tonight.”
“Why is that?” I ask.
“Because I need to relax.”
“And?”
“And I need you to suck my dick.” He kisses my fingertips. “Among other things.”
I smirk. “I’m your relaxant, your all night sucker?”
His dark eyes hold mine and he nods.
“That could be arranged I suppose.” I hesitate. “What’s in it for me?”
He grabs my hand and places it over his crotch and I feel the hard steel beneath it. I feel my insides start to pulse. He’s as horny as hell. Fuck, I love this man.
“What have you been thinking about while I have been sleeping?” I smirk.
“You.” His eyes flicker over to me. “You on me. Me on you.”
I smile broadly. He knows exactly what I need when I need it.
We pull into a swanky looking hotel and the luggage men all swoon at the car. I smile as I watch their reaction. It’s so much fun having money. The bellboy opens the car door and Stace climbs out. “Do you have any rooms for tonight?” he asks.
“Yes, sir.”
He leans back into the car. “This will do. Out you get.”
I nod as he opens the trunk, retrieves our bags, and I climb out. “Do you have any money in your wallet?” I ask.
“Yes, I think so.” He quickly opens his wallet and checks. “All good.”
He passes the keys to the bellboy and the young man’s eyes widen in excitement. It’s not every day you get to park a Ferrari.
“Be careful with it,” Stace tells him.
“Yes, of course, sir.”
We walk through the lobby and up to reception where the three girls behind all take a double take at my beautiful companion. Wearing tight black jeans and a white t-shirt that hugs every muscle, he is looking mighty fine, even if he does have a banged up face. “I would like a room tonight, please,” he tells them.
The beautiful brunette smiles nervously and begins to type. “Yes, of course, sir.” Her eyes linger on his face.
“He’s a boxer.” I interrupt. “His face is bruised from fighting.”
“Oh.” Her eyes flicker to me and she seems embarrassed that she forgot that I was here. Stupid bitch. What is it with slutty reception chicks?
“What kind of room would you like?” she asks. “We have an executive suite, a terrace room, a master suite, or a penthouse.”
“The penthouse, please,” he replies without thinking. He looks at me and I smile. What an amazing life this would be? Being married to him, crazy rich without a care. We could travel the world. There isn’t a thing we couldn’t do. For a moment, I let myself imagine what it would be like and I smile stupidly.
It takes about fifteen minutes to check in and head up to find room 2102.
He swipes the key into the reader and the double doors open. We are hit in the face with exuberant luxury. There’s a large lounge room with a mini grand piano and three luxurious leather lounges. Another sitting room branches off to the right, it has two large, wingback chairs and ottomans. The back wall of the sitting room is lined with bookcases that are filled with beautiful books. The bedroom is to the left and a huge king-sized bed sits in the center. The whole back wall of the bedroom is glass that overlooks the gorgeous city where the lights twinkle down below. A marble bathroom and walk in wardrobe veer off to the left. “Wow,” I murmur as I walk in slowly. “This is…” My voice trails off. I don’t even have words for this.
Stace takes me in his arms. “Only the best for my wife.” He kisses me, his lips are strong and soft, and tonight I can feel the want in them as they linger over mine. He stares down at me and he pushes the hair back from my face. “You okay?” he asks softly as his eyes search mine.
I nod with a fake smile and pull out of his arms. Don’t ask me that because in all honesty, I just don’t know. “Yes,” I lie.
“You haven’t eaten much today.”
I blow out a breath as I throw my bag up onto the bed to get some fresh clothes out. “Not really that hungry,” I murmur.
“Let’s go out for dinner.”
I frown as I look over at him “Is it safe?”