Total pages in book: 124
Estimated words: 116046 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 580(@200wpm)___ 464(@250wpm)___ 387(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 116046 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 580(@200wpm)___ 464(@250wpm)___ 387(@300wpm)
“Think you could be happy living here?”
Laughing, I smiled up at him. “Well, there aren’t any water stains on the ceiling, and it doesn’t smell like mold and Indian food like my old apartment, but yeah, I think I could deal with it.”
“Good, because you’re moving in.”
“Are you asking me or telling me?”
He grinned, the expression now slightly lopsided on his face because of his scarring. “Asking?”
“Well, I might consider it,” I teased, not wanting to jump up and down with excitement. “Will you do the dishes?”
“I have no problem doing that, but you know we’ll have maids.”
“Maids?”
“Yes. Simone and Raquel have been working for me for ten years. They’re sisters, twins.”
Right away, images of hot, twin naughty French maids with big old boobs and mile long legs filled my head. “Really.”
Laughter brightened his eyes as he stroked my cheek. “Relax, sweetheart. They’re in their forties and happily married.”
Trying to pretend I hadn’t turned into a crazy, jealous girlfriend, I rubbed my face into his palm, delighting in the feeling of his touch. “Why don’t you show me the master bedroom and we’ll see if you can convince me to move in with you.”
The mood changed from playful and happy to hot and erotic in a heartbeat. “It would be my pleasure.”
He led me into the master suite I’d help design and decorate, and I let out a happy little gasp and this time I did do a small hop or two. “Oh, Ramón, it turned out great.”
He paused and gave me a second to drink the room in with an indulgent smile. “It reminds me of you.”
“How so?”
He winked. “Bright and joyful.”
His compliment sent little tickles of pleasure racing along my skin, but something sparkling caught my attention. I looked away from Ramón, wandering over to inspect a very pretty and modern looking chandelier lamp that cast a mellow, golden glow over the heavy walnut dresser it sat on.
The scent of vanilla drew my attention next, and I found a big candle burning on a small table next to a comfy beige loveseat beneath the window, perfect for reading and snuggling. I admired how the pale cream walls shimmered slightly in the candlelight, how the paint had a pearlescent sheen. I turned off the light, leaving the candle still burning, and a tingle went through my core as Ramón groaned softly, but I pretended not to hear him. He made me wait to know that he was all right, and that still pissed me off. So he could wait for my attention.
Not that I was going to last much longer. I needed his big, pierced dick in a way that was growing more intense by the moment. My nipples stiffened into hard points as I imagined the feeling of his hands on me, something I thought I’d never have again outside of my memories. After too many nights without Ramón, I was having a hard time processing his sudden appearance, and used the distraction of the room to try and let some of my anxiety go.
The main feature of the space was the bed, and I’m not ashamed to say I went all balls out crazy on it. With eleven foot ceilings, this eight hundred square foot monstrosity of a room could house the kind of bed I’d always dreamed of. A big, four poster, dark walnut canopy bed with navy blue velvet drapes held back by thick gold tassels. I thought Ramón might twitch at having to sleep in a bed that was big enough to fit six people, and had to have an expensive custom order mattress made to fit, but he’d merely smiled and said he had some ideas for those four posts. I was curious if he’d done as he’d threatened, and if there was a restraint system hidden behind those velvet coverings, but I was almost afraid to ask.
He’d lost a great deal of weight, and his scars still jarred me every time I looked at him, but I was so damn happy to have him home. I had these weird urges to cook for him and fatten him back up, to take care of him, of to heal him. Our gazes met. While the lust in his hazel eyes burned me, I could see the exhaustion adding lines to his face that hadn’t been there before.
There was no way on earth I’d be able to handle not fucking him, but I needed to do it in a way that wouldn’t hurt him.
“Ramón?”
He allowed me to pull him toward the bed. “Yes, my love?”
“Can I tie you up?”
His eyebrows flew up, but he nodded, “If that’s what you wish.”
“It is.” I gently pushed him back onto the bed. He complied with my wordless request, laying back on his elbows and studying me in the dim light.