Total pages in book: 56
Estimated words: 53417 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 267(@200wpm)___ 214(@250wpm)___ 178(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 53417 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 267(@200wpm)___ 214(@250wpm)___ 178(@300wpm)
We relax so much that he ends up sprawled on the couch, his arms around me. I let my head rest on his chest and listen to his heartbeat for so long that Graham falls asleep.
He looks younger when he’s sleeping, and it tugs at my heart.
I want to pull the throw blanket over both of us and stay all night, but thoughts race in my mind.
The way he talked about his parents and getting more from his life makes me hesitate. There’s a decent chance he doesn’t want anything serious because of this, and I don’t want to be the one to get in his way.
And…I don’t want to be the one who falls in love too fast.
That little voice in my head says it’s already too late.
I slip out of his arms anyway, tuck the blanket around him, and go back down to the eighth floor. Back down to reality where I can’t sleep because I’m almost certain I’m way in over my head, over my heels, and all the way back around again.
Maddie
At the end of the month, nearly five weeks of seeing each other, if you can call it that, Graham whisks me away on vacation. I know from experience that there are plenty of beautiful sunny places to visit on the coast, but it hardly feels like five minutes on the private plane before we’re touching down.
I spent most of the ride with his mouth on mine or sipping champagne and enjoying the little touches so that helped pass the time.
The beach house he rented for the weekend is so close to the water that I hear every wave that rolls in. It’s minimalist, with everything nearly white so the view holds even more impact. Palm trees bend in the breeze. The air smells like ocean salt, and Graham strips off his dress shirt almost immediately and takes me into a massive bedroom overlooking the sea.
There are three lingerie sets on the bed already: one pink, one red, one black.
“Your choice, temptress.”
A blush rises through me and I can’t help but think this is a fantasy I never dared dream before. One a girl like me couldn’t have even imagined.
Graham stands with his hands on my waist while I look them over, pulling me into him. I can already feel how hard he is and how hard he has been since we were on the plane. My whole body is hot with how much he obviously wants me.
“Black.”
He lifts the lacy lingerie off the bed and puts it into my hands. “Go change,” he says. “Then come back to me.”
My heart races as I ready myself and slip on the lingerie. It’s beautiful and expensive, and when I’m wearing it, I really do look like a temptress.
I feel like one, too.
The sun is on an angle in the sky when I pad back out into the bathroom, completely enamored by everything about the present moment. Graham sits on the edge of the bed, in a suit that makes him look all the more powerful, his knees spread and his hands clasped between them. His eyes darken at the sight of me in the things he bought.
“Fuck,” he says softly, his gaze wandering down my body as if he’s undressing me with the simple action. “Strip for me.”
I work my fingers under the straps and peel the lace away from my skin. I just put it on a few minutes ago, but it already feels like it’s part of me. Graham bites his lip when the lace comes away from my nipple. They tighten in the cool of the air conditioning, and he motions for me to turn around while I work the panties over my hips and down to the floor.
“Bend,” he says.
The cool air touches a soft, wet part of me, and Graham groans.
“Come here, temptress. Bring the lingerie.”
It feels strangely small in my hands as I cross the room and step between his knees. All the while I can barely control my breathing. All I want is him to take me. Graham’s hands find my hair, and he pulls my face to his and kisses me. It starts out hot and gets hotter, his tongue exploring my mouth and my body going into overdrive. It always makes me want more, but Graham only deepens the kiss, teasing me, taking his time while his hands roam over my waist and my nipples and the curves of my ass.
I’m out of breath when he finally takes the lingerie out of my hands and wraps the larger piece around my eyes.
With the lace folded over so many times, I can’t see anything. It only adds to the tension that rolls through my body. I need him. I almost tell him but instead I swallow the confession.
His knuckles brushing over my ribs come as a welcome surprise, goosebumps spread all down the front of my body. His lips press against my collarbone. He works his way up the side of my neck, and then he shifts, pushing me onto the bed. He puts me on my hands and knees, my ass in the air, and gently slips a pillow under my stomach to prop me up.