Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 67644 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 338(@200wpm)___ 271(@250wpm)___ 225(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67644 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 338(@200wpm)___ 271(@250wpm)___ 225(@300wpm)
Tightening my arm, I curled it to bring her front flush with mine. Then I lowered my head and whispered in her ear. “This is only the first part of my apology, Lia. Next, I’m going to take you to a romantic dinner.” I slowly dragged my tongue up the shell of her ear, smiling when I felt her shudder. “Then, I’m going to take you back to my place where I intend to make you come so hard you’ll be seeing stars, over and over until you’ve forgiven me.”
“I already forgave—” she stopped suddenly and rolled her eyes. “Why am I arguing?” Her hands glided from my sides down to cup my ass. “How about we skip all the other stuff and get to the orgasms.”
I laughed before placing a quick kiss on her lips. The clerk handed me my credit card, reminding me that we weren’t alone. I quickly put it back in my wallet, then led Lia towards the shop’s entrance. Once we were back outside, I backed her into a corner and placed my hands on the wall on either side of her head.
“As much as I like the sound of that, and believe me, my dick is rooting for that option.” I pushed my hips into her so she could feel how much I wanted her. “This isn’t just about sex, sweetheart. We are more than that and I’m going to prove it to you. You were made for me and I’m not letting you go. Let me spoil my woman with romance and orgasms.” I grinned and winked at her.
Lia swallowed hard and a sweet pink blush stole across the apples of her cheeks. “Okay,” she finally whispered.
“Thank you,” I replied as I brushed my lips over her soft ones. Straightening back up, I grabbed her hand and guided her out onto the busy cobblestone walkways of the outdoor mall we were shopping in. She allowed me to take her to a couple of other stores and buy her a few small things. Our last stop however, I put my foot down and informed her that I would buy every-fucking-thing in there if I wanted to and she wasn’t to say a word.
Her eyes darted around the space, taking in all the bits of silk and lace. Pink once again dusted over her face and after a moment, she nodded.
By the time we walked out, she carried one stuffed, black bag and I toted three more. I felt like my smile was glued on my face, until I noticed another man looking Lia up and down before giving me a sly smile and a chin lift.
My fists clenched and I took a step towards the fucker with a death wish. Lia must have caught the interaction because she ran a soothing hand down my back and leaned into me, washing away most of the anger.
“Let’s get this stuff in the car, then go to dinner,” she suggested softly before going up on her toes to kiss my cheek. “Thank you for today. I know I argued, but this was very sweet, Becket. You definitely made me feel spoiled.” My attention was successfully diverted, and she became my sole focus once more, returning the smile to my face.
As was the norm for a summer day in Las Vegas, it was insanely hot. Which turned out to be a double-edged sword. When we reached the car, Lia ditched her shirt, leaving her in a tight, spaghetti-strapped, yellow tank top. It molded to her amazing tits, putting them on display, and as if that wasn’t bad enough, when she turned to throw the shirt onto the backseat, I got a glimpse of the back. Or what could barely be referred to as the back. A tangle of straps held the two sides together, baring way too fucking much of her golden skin. Somehow, the top seemed to have shrunk her jean shorts and now they showed off miles of long, gorgeous leg.
She looked amazing and sexy as hell.
And every man who looked at her would think so too.
We weren’t parked far from the hotel, so we’d decided to walk there so she could change and grab an overnight bag. Then we would make our way back to the car and drive to the restaurant near my house where I’d made a reservation.
That plan wasn’t working for me anymore.
I stepped in front of her, shielding her behind my body. “Let’s take the car to the hotel so we can leave from there.” I spun her around and ushered her into the front passenger seat of my Porsche before she could argue, then rounded the hood to the driver’s side where I slid in. I mentally patted myself on the back for adding tinted windows to the car when I bought it.