Total pages in book: 11
Estimated words: 11137 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 56(@200wpm)___ 45(@250wpm)___ 37(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 11137 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 56(@200wpm)___ 45(@250wpm)___ 37(@300wpm)
“Dad bought the land as a gift to my mom for their honeymoon. Instead of taking her to Paris, where she wants to go, he brought her here.”
“Well, that’s romantic.”
Kara doesn’t miss the sarcasm in my voice, and she casts me a sly grin over her shoulder. “That’s exactly what I told him. I mean, I get he wants to go the extra mile and gift her a vacation mansion, but the girl wants Paris, so give her Paris.”
“Do you like Paris?”
We walk upstairs, her hips swaying, and all I can think about is burying my face in between those thighs and relishing the heaven she has hidden there.
“I’ve been there too many times, it’s lost its appeal.” She stops in the middle of the stairs and turns to me. “For my honeymoon, I really don’t care where we are as long as my husband fucks me against every wall and in every corner.”
I choke on my own saliva, coughing and smacking my chest. “Jesus Christ.”
“So, anyway,” she continues as though she hasn’t just said something inappropriate, “there are twelve bedrooms, each with its own balcony, bathroom, and minibar. The second floor is divided into a right and left wing. Dad is on the far right, and I’m on the far left, my room facing the ocean.”
“Where’s my room?”
We reach the second-floor landing, and she turns so abruptly that I almost fall down the stairs. “Right beside mine,” she says as she drags a finger from the column of my throat to my chest, my skin burning under her touch.
“What are you doing?” My voice is hoarse even to my own ears.
“Making sure the guest feels welcomed.”
“Do you do this to every guest, then?”
She moves so close that her breath tickles my throat. “No. You’re the only one who gets this special treatment.”
It’s wrong, and I should stop this. Instead, I meet her gaze. “What else does this special treatment include?”
“Anything you want. That’s what Dad said.”
My cock is about to explode in my pants just by her nearness. I still have some brain function, so I shake my head to clear the fog. “Can you please show me to my room?”
She steps back and shrugs. “With pleasure.”
The moment the door swings open, I’m impressed. Craig definitely went all-out.
A king-sized bed with a crisp white duvet and gray throws sits in the center of the massive room, flanked by driftwood nightstands. The headboard is upholstered in black faux leather with diamond stitching.
The sliding doors opposite the bed open to a balcony with a fantastic view of the ocean. There are a pair of cushioned lounge chairs and a glass-topped table.
In the corner of the room, there’s the mini-bar Kara mentioned, complete with sparkling water, champagne, wine, and some snacks.
It feels like I’ve checked into a five-star hotel in the Maldives.
“I take it you’re impressed?” Kara asks, her hands intertwined behind her.
God, I can never get used to how beautiful she is. “It’s not bad.”
“Ah, a man with high standards.”
That’s so far from the truth that I chuckle before I can check myself. “No, I’m not.”
“What kind of a man are you then, Kevin?”
My name on her tongue elicits all sorts of reactions from me—surprise, delight, and the primal need to take her right here and right now. The need to claim her. Possess her. Make her mine. “Just another boring businessman.”
“Oh, I wouldn’t call you boring. More like reserved. I wonder what it will take to crack those walls you’ve erected around yourself.”
I don’t have an answer, and she doesn’t wait for one. She whirls around and closes the door behind her. Now I’m left with just me and my boner.
God, this is going to be one hell of a weekend. I wasn’t excited to be here, but now that I am, I can’t imagine ever going through life without meeting Kara.
These feelings are sudden and intense, and I’m not someone who gets knocked off his feet by a woman. Yet, that’s exactly what she did to me. And I can say I don’t mind at all.
With a deep breath, I step outside, the warm breeze brushing my face. Part of the reason I agreed to this was to clear my head. Life in the city could be suffocating. Add in my father’s expectations, and my stress levels were bordering on unhealthy.
Right now, though, I don’t think I can relax. Relaxing is the furthest thing from my mind.
“Oh, hi. I didn’t see you there,” Kara calls out from her glass balcony. Her eyes glint with mischief, the freckles across her cheeks more prominent.
“Hey. Long time no see.”
Her smile grows wider as she mouths, “Watch me.”
As if I can look away.
Kara shimmies out of her shorts, leaving her in a pair of bikinis. She moves the lounger so it faces me and lies down. Kara splays her leg and runs a manicured hand along her bare thigh, then the other.