Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 26774 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 134(@200wpm)___ 107(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26774 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 134(@200wpm)___ 107(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
Her husband's movements grew more urgent, more demanding, and she surrendered to the tide of sensations washing over her. Lost in the moment, not knowing that her ex-boyfriend stood outside, able to hear everything, Acacia began to cry out.
"Please," she gasped, her fingers digging into his shoulders, "take me harder. I love how big you are. I love how you fill me. Please. More."
Her voice rose as the pleasure intensified, words tumbling unbidden from Acacia's lips.
"I've never felt anything like this before. You're so much bigger... so much thicker... I never knew it could feel this good."
Each proclamation seemed to spur Ronan on, his powerful body moving in perfect rhythm with hers.
"Only you," she cried out, no longer caring who might hear. "It's only ever been good with you..."
Outside the stateroom, Claude stood frozen, his face draining of color as Acacia's passionate declarations echoed through the thin door. He hadn't meant to eavesdrop, but her words were impossible to miss—especially the part about size comparisons that was not exactly a glowing recommendation on his part.
Claude became acutely aware of the sudden silence around him. Turning slowly, he found several guests had paused their conversations, champagne glasses suspended midair as they stared in his direction.
Heat crawled up his neck as he realized everyone knew exactly who was in that room—and more importantly, who had been found lacking.
Fuck!
He stalked off, intending to leave this stupid party as fast as he could. But because news had wings - and especially one as juicy as this - everyone he walked past had the same look on their faces.
Claude couldn't help trying to defend himself. "She's a l-liar—-"
But the other guests only looked at him in pity, and he realized soon enough that no one on this stupid boat was on his side.
With each step toward the yacht's exit, Claude's humiliation compounded. A group of women stopped their conversation to stare as he passed, their eyes dropping pointedly to his crotch before they dissolved into giggles. A waiter offered him a tray of hors d'oeuvres – tiny, bite-sized canapés – with a smile that was just a touch too knowing.
By the time he reached the lower deck, where departing guests queued to board the speedboats back to shore, Claude's designer shirt was plastered to his back with sweat despite the cool ocean breeze.
"I need to leave. Now," he snapped at the uniformed attendant managing the departures.
The young man looked up from his clipboard, recognition flickering in his eyes. Claude could practically see the exact moment when the rumors reached him – the slight widening of his eyes, the twitch at the corner of his mouth.
"Of course, sir," the attendant replied, his voice professionally smooth but unable to hide the amusement dancing in his eyes. "However, I'm afraid all the speedboats are currently occupied."
Claude's jaw clenched. "Then call another one."
"That would take at least thirty minutes, sir."
"Fine," Claude bit out. "Whatever. Just get me off this damn boat."
The attendant consulted his clipboard again, then looked up with a polite smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. "All sailboats have been taken, sir. But Mr. Leventis says we could loan you use of one of the jetskis." His gaze swept down Claude's frame before adding, "It should be something you're used to because it's something... smaller?"
The queue behind Claude erupted in poorly disguised snorts and chuckles. Someone at the back called out, "Perfect fit, I'd say!"
ACACIA LAY ON TOP OF her husband, her body still trembling with aftershocks of pleasure. Somehow, they had made it to the bed, though she couldn't quite remember how. The silk sheets felt cool against her heated skin, a stark contrast to the burning heat of Ronan's body beneath hers.
Her heart raced as she tried to catch her breath, still overwhelmed by the intensity of their lovemaking.
For so many years she had imagined herself in love with Claude, only to have him destroy her innocence. The moment he had turned his back on her and their then-unborn child, it was as if she had her childhood blinders removed. She had finally seen Claude for who he truly was, a boy who refused to grow up because he only loved himself and no one else.
He was, in other words, the opposite of her husband.
The mere thought of Ronan had her toes curling hard and Acacia biting back a sigh. Every day with him just made her love him more and more. The way he pampered her with spontaneous weekend getaways to private islands, the custom-built nursery that rivaled royal quarters, and how he'd casually ordered an entire boutique closed for her private shopping spree when nothing fit her post-pregnancy body.
And then there was his "day job" as a doctor, which had led to more than one breathless examination on his office desk after hours, those capable hands knowing exactly how to make her body respond.