Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 84203 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 421(@200wpm)___ 337(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84203 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 421(@200wpm)___ 337(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
“Something tells me you’re only using that as an excuse to rub on me.” She rolls to her side, and I do the same. We’re lying in the double lounger while Ellie floats around in an oversized donut, listening to her music that’s blasting in her earbuds.
“That’s definitely part of it,” I admit, reaching out and grabbing the globe of her ass so I can tug her closer to me.
“I was thinking about you last night,” she murmurs, dragging the tip of her pink-polished nail down my shirtless chest. The entire day has been the best and worst form of torture. From the tiny—and I mean fucking tiny—string bikini she’s sporting, to the way she’s been not-so-innocently touching me all day. Playfully feeding me during lunch, hanging onto me while we lounge in the pool, and snuggling up into my side while we took a nap on the lounge chairs earlier this afternoon.
“What were you thinking about?” I ask, nipping at her finger when she drags it up to my face and runs it along the seam of my lips.
“I feel bad that I got off and you were left...unsatisfied.” She glances up at me through her lashes and my stomach knots at how much I want this woman. I’ve only known Sienna for a short time, but she’s quickly begun to mean so much to me. Before her, settling down wasn’t on my radar, but now, I can’t stop thinking about what it would be like to have her as my wife, to bear my children, to live with me here. I love sharing my home with her and Ellie. It’s only been a couple of days, but I already dread the thought of them moving out once everything is resolved.
“Watching and hearing you as you came all over my fingers was plenty satisfying,” I tell her honestly. Sure, I look forward to the day when I can bury my cock into her tight cunt and be with her completely, but until then, I’ll take her anyway I can have her. I love that she’s a virgin...that she’s waiting for someone worthy of both her heart and body before giving that part of herself away.
But I imagine much of her trepidation stems from her mom’s indiscriminate behavior as it pertains to men, having witnessed firsthand the ensuing fallout when you give of yourself too freely. I hate how it’s negatively affected her, but despite her circumstances, she’s proven herself to be so damn strong, and she’s raising her sister to be the same way. I have no doubt they could take the world by storm if given the chance. And my hope—my goal—is to be there every step of the way, cheering them on as they do it.
“Still,” she says softly, so her sister can’t overhear. “Maybe tonight, once Ellie’s asleep, I can sneak into your room so we can finish what we started.”
“I’m sunburned and hungry,” Ellie yells, making Sienna and I separate. “I’m going to take a shower. Feel free to carry on.”
Sienna rolls her eyes. “Actually, I think I’m kind of hungry too. After I shower, we’ll figure out what we’re going to do for dinner.”
“Damn, smells good.” After taking a shower and then spending some time in my office to handle a few time-sensitive matters, I came out looking for the girls and found the table set up with food from one of the hotel restaurants. Candles were lit and music was playing in the background, creating a romantic ambiance.
“Oh, hell yes, I’m starved,” Sienna moans, plopping into a seat that has a covered plate of food in front of it. She lifts the lid. “This smells delicious.” She leans in and inhales deeply. “What is this?”
I sit across from her and lift the cover of my plate. “Crab and lobster stuffed shrimp. It’s from Shells, one of the restaurants in the hotel.”
Sienna takes a bite and moans, and even though it’s in response to the food, my dick still takes notice since it sounds a whole lot like the sound she made when I got her off last night by the pool.
While we eat, we make casual conversation about school, work, Ellie’s dance, and how nice my parents are. I’ve lived here for the past four years, yet it’s the first time I’ve ever had dinner at this table with a woman. It’s nice...natural. But then again, everything regarding Sienna feels genuine, not forced. Having her here just feels right. Anytime I imagined a woman moving in, I’d freak out, picturing them taking over the place, their shit being everywhere, and being forced to pay attention to them when I needed to focus on business. But with Sienna, I find myself wanting that. I was only working in my office for less than an hour when I stopped what I was doing to go in search of her.