Total pages in book: 19
Estimated words: 18256 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 91(@200wpm)___ 73(@250wpm)___ 61(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 18256 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 91(@200wpm)___ 73(@250wpm)___ 61(@300wpm)
“You look stunning, beautiful, pure perfection. I feel lucky as fuck, even if I get sent to prison for killing a son of a bitch tonight.”
The silky material spreads all the way to her heeled feet, and I feel a little sanity return to me because her sexy legs are covered. That is—until she walks toward me. There’s a three-foot slit from the bottom of the dress to the middle of her thigh.
“What the hell is that?” I growl out, standing up in front of her.
“I believe it’s a dress.” She smiles at me, aware of the effect it’s having on me. Not that I’m not fighting an erection every second of the day, but damn, she’s trying to break me.
“I know what it is. I…jus…this. You look drop-dead gorgeous, and I’m going to kill someone tonight.”
“Relax. I only have eyes for you, or have you forgotten caveman? It’s been two full days on the island, and we’ve had a wonderful time. Let’s not ruin it. I look sultry, but my man, it’s all for you.” I’d stay here forever and get lost with her. Then again, I plan to work from home almost all of the time. That way I’ll have plenty of time to fuck her on every surface in my condo.
“Damn, I suppose I can behave, but if a fucker doesn’t back off when warned, I’m going to lay him out flat.” They should see me with her and keep their eyes to themselves, but I know that’s going to be hard to do. My woman looks like she’s ready to walk down a red carpet.
“Fine, my brute. Let’s go. I don’t want to be late.” Damn right, I’m a brute, and I’m ready to show her how brutish I can be. Getting myself under control is the key. My dick already presses painfully against my zipper.
“Okay,” I mutter, doing my best to think of anything else besides fucking her on the nearest surface.
I don’t touch her because I’m so damn hard up that I’ll end up tearing that dress right off her and fuck her pretty little pussy raw and hard until my cum drips out of her swollen slit.
“Are you really mad?” she asks as we get on the elevator.
My brows knit, wondering what’s going on in that pretty little head of hers. “No, why?”
“You’re not touching me—kissing me.”
I press the stop button and look at her, trapping her against the wall of the elevator. “Because if I do, you’ll be naked with my dick buried in your womb and the dress in shreds on the floor.”
“Oh.” Her face flushes, and I want to tear into her sweet pussy even more.
I push back and hit the release button, and we start going down again. “Yes, oh. I promise, baby. I’m going to make you pay for wearing that out tonight.”
“Well, I’ll be waiting for the bill.” The sultry tone of her voice is going on her tab.
“Let’s go,” I grumble as the elevator doors open.
“Ah, you look fabulous,” Natasha squeals as they meet us.
“So do you.” The women hug, and then Julian pulls his wife back, and I slide my hand around Gia’s waist.
“That’s why it’s just the four of us.”
“Oh, really?” Gia questions, looking at Julian who nods his head.
“Yes, we’re going to take a sunset cruise with dinner and dancing.”
I blanch at the revelation. “On a cruise?”
“Yes, I like having my lovely wife away from all these prying eyes. What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.” How the fuck am I supposed to pull this off? I don’t have any meds, and I haven’t told Gia about my secret. I can’t have her see me as someone weak. Once we’re married, maybe I can tell her, but I want her tied to me before I reveal that I’m a big ass baby.
“Can you excuse us for a moment? I need some water?” Gia says. She takes my hand and walks me over to the bar, ordering a bottle of water before digging in her small purse. “Here. I suppose you’re going to need these.”
“What? Where did you get this?” It’s my prescription bottle from my doctor.
“You must have dropped them in the bathroom. I picked them up and looked them up online to see what meds you were on. I can’t believe you came on the cruise for me, knowing how lousy it would be. I love you, Graham. I really love you.”
I gasp because I’ve loved her since the second I stopped her from falling. I reach up and cup her cheek, rubbing my thumb over across her chin. “I do anything for you. I love you so damn much I had no idea it was possible to feel this way until I held you in my arms.”
“Then will you please take these, so you can hold me in your arms all night.” I do as she says, feeling like a man possessed. I can’t wait to get her home to Chicago and have her marry me.