Total pages in book: 119
Estimated words: 113056 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 565(@200wpm)___ 452(@250wpm)___ 377(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 113056 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 565(@200wpm)___ 452(@250wpm)___ 377(@300wpm)
“I am always the envy of every woman when I’m on your arm.”
“You good?” he asked.
I nodded with confidence. “You need me tonight, I’m there for you. I’m pushing the other stuff out of reach. It’s out there. Way out there.” I gestured with a wave of my hand.
“Good girl.”
“I love you.”
“Love you so much, baby girl.” His fingers tightened on my hips. “And I am fucking you in that dress later. Fuck,” he eyed me appreciatively, “Can’t wait to bend you over and peel this up to your stomach. I hope you’ve got a treat for me under there.” His eyes moved to my cleavage. “Damn.” He let go of my hips to grab my boobs into both hands and squeezed while making a hungry sound.
“I do. Very sexy lace undies and bra that match.”
“Your undies and bra always match.” He gave me a big smile.
“It’s one of my things.” It was. I would stay home and cancel something to do laundry before wearing mismatching bra and underwear for a night out.
“And I love it. Gotta get my shower. Fix your lipstick. Put lots on. I’m gonna smear it real good later.”
He winked and then as he hit the ensuite bathroom door, I said, “Tommy. Don’t shave.”
He was just barely stubbled and it was very, very smokin’ hot.
He smiled and raised his brows.
“I wanna feel those whiskers on my inner thighs later,” I told him.
“Your wish is my command, wife.” He winked and shut the bathroom door behind himself.
More mortification washed over me. Me and my behavior the night before? I had acted like a lunatic. I couldn’t say I felt much better. I hated all that we were in the midst of, but I was feeling terrible about dragging it all up given all that Tommy had going on.
I’d adapted his habit of using sex as a frustration outlet. I guess he’d taught me that. I’d started doing that even before we got married but it was becoming more and more of a concern.
I needed to fix it.
But how could I do that when I was in the middle of this mess that was our lives? I felt like the frog in Frogger, trying to get across the road without getting squished to being unrecognizable in the process. And now it wasn’t just me crossing that road. It was me with my little tadpole.
I closed my eyes and listened to the shower running, thinking that no matter what, no matter how much I loved my husband, no matter how much our situation tried to screw with my head, this little tadpole would come first. I had to get my shit together.
We were taken, in a huge pearl white stretch SUV limo, to the Fete opening, which was on a gated property a little bit of a drive outside of the Vegas city limits.
Tommy put Tessa on Dex’s arm and Nino and another guard named Will shadowed us. The guards were as dressed up as we were so no one would really know who was and wasn’t a guard in our group.
The place was crawling with press from the adult entertainment industry and when we got out of our limo and found ourselves on a red carpet, camera flashes went off and nearly blinded us.
Outside, it looked like a medieval cathedral. Inside, it was lavish. The front lobby was sumptuous with a large marble reception desk. We were greeted by Ben and Olive Goldberg.
Olive gave Tess air kisses after being introduced and hugged me and it was definitely lingering too long for my comfort level, but I tried to go with the flow.
John Lewis and his wife Kate (aka: Katie Cupcake) were there, too, looking as put together as Posh and Becks, as always. Ben gave a quick tour for the benefit of me, Tess, and Kate. The place was very much like what I’d imagine a boutique hotel somewhere in Paris would be like. But there was a whole lot more than guest rooms.
There was a large auditorium for theater type shows and a smaller one as well. There was a restaurant and a gorgeous rooftop patio with Olympic sized swimming pool and gardens. There were a few dozen overnight rooms as well as experience rooms, too, and Ben explained that he would show us a few, as there were some done alike.
One of the rooms he took us into was set up like a replica of the Fifty Shades of Grey red room, but it was done in purple. There was another room with a big canopy bed as the centerpiece but there was a swing hanging from the top of the canopy.
“Each room offers privacy or options for voyeurs,” Ben explained. “You can see those who are watching you, you can have utter privacy, or you could have a two-way mirror where you are left to wonder if you are being watched.” He said all this professionally and nonchalantly, as if he were giving an ordinary tour of a regular old hotel.