Total pages in book: 20
Estimated words: 18371 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 92(@200wpm)___ 73(@250wpm)___ 61(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 18371 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 92(@200wpm)___ 73(@250wpm)___ 61(@300wpm)
“I just…I can’t help but wonder how many other girls you’ve had out here before. And how many of them were entranced by this.”
Ethan doesn’t respond immediately, but I can feel him coming up from behind me. And then I feel his hands around my hips pulling me back to him. As low as I’m feeling right now, I’m still unable to resist him.
Gently, he spins me around so I’m facing him, but I keep my eyes leveled at his chest. That is, of course, until he puts two fingers beneath my chin and forces me to look back up at him.
“The answer to that question is none, gorgeous,” he says with a smile. “I’ve never taken any other girls out here before. You’re the first. And the last.”
I feel the tears beginning to well up in my eyes as the heat swells in my chest. This is one case I really do not want to argue with him. And I’ve learned over the last week that arguing with Ethan is futile.
He really is the man I want him to be. The man I thought he was never existed. The cruel, exploitative, criminal CEO was all a lie, fabricated by Justin Hathaway. The real Ethan Newhouse is a noble, honorable man who I have fallen madly in love with, and if Ethan says he never brought any other girls out here, then I believe him.
“Okay,” I whisper, smiling a playful smile back at him. “If you say so.”
And the next thing I know, I’m in his arms, being carried away to who knows where.
8
Ethan
I come up to the top deck after my final remote meeting of the day to find my beautiful angel finishing up some of her own work while relaxing in the hot tub. I bet in her wildest dreams, she never pictured herself doing that—answering a billionaire’s emails and planning out his schedule while relaxing in a hot tub on the top deck of his yacht. Especially the same billionaire whose event she planned on ruining.
But I guess that’s what love does to people; it changes them. It even changes the entire way their lives were headed. I wasn’t planning on settling down with a woman any time soon, but now my plans have changed too.
“Hey, cutie,” I say with a smile as I walk over to the hot tub. Whitney looks up at me and blushes. She still does that even now. She’s just too adorable. “Aren’t you done yet?” I tease.
“I’m just finishing up now, jerk,” she teases back. “If you can quit bothering me.”
I raise my hands in the air. “Hey, I just came here to spend some time with my gorgeous, sexy, incredible little plaything, but if she doesn’t have time for me…”
Whitney presses her finger on the tablet, probably to send her final e-mail of the day, then quickly sets it aside and looks up at me. “There. Done,” she says. “Now do you want to come over here or are you going to keep being a baby?”
God, I love her spirit. In my world, nobody actually stands up to me or talks back to me anymore—aside from direct competitors who are looking to go up against me—so when I get fire and sass back from Whitney, it’s like rediscovering a lost part of my life.
I love her absolutely. Obsessively.
It’s hard for me to even remember my life without her now.
I smile at her and toss aside the robe that I’ve been wearing belowdecks and watch her blush deepen when she sees that I’m wearing nothing underneath.
“Something the matter?” I ask as I walk casually over to the hot tub and slide into the water with her.
“W-what?” she replies. “No. Nothing. Of course not.”
“Then why are you blushing?” I ask, wrapping my arm around her and pulling her close. I can see she’s topless but has on a pair of swimsuit bottoms that I bought for her before we left.
“Oh, it’s just the hot water,” she says with a sly little sexy smile. Her flushed face and her big tits swaying just so nicely under the water have my cock already hard, and after all the shit I’ve just had to deal with getting the manufacturing coordinated for the generator, I am horny as hell for Whitney’s healthy teenage body.
“Is that right?” I ask, reaching my hand beneath the water to tug down her bathing suit bottoms. Her expression instantly changes. Her mouth opens slightly, showing off how puffy and soft her lips are, and she simply nods.
She wants it, and so do I.
“Well…maybe not,” she replies as I run my hand up the length of her body, starting at her thighs and letting my knuckles gently tap against her pussy, causing her body to twitch before I reach her tits and grab a nice solid handful.