Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22030 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 110(@200wpm)___ 88(@250wpm)___ 73(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22030 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 110(@200wpm)___ 88(@250wpm)___ 73(@300wpm)
Once we are in the car, Oliver pulls me into his arms and kisses my head before leaning back. “How are you feeling, baby?”
“I’m okay. I knew this wasn’t going to be easy.” Nodding he kisses me slowly, his tongue doing a slow dance with mine. His hands run through my hair, and I moan into his mouth, my body purring for him.
“Shit,” he says, pulling back and putting his forehead on mine. “You make me forget where I am, hazel eyes.” Biting my lip, I smirk at him.
“Is that a bad thing?” He gives me his devilish glance and I begin to shake with anticipation.
“It is when I can't follow it up with my mouth between your legs.” Well hell. “What do you say we go have some fun.”
“Oh yeah. What do you have in mind?”
“Have you ever been to Miami Beach?” he asks, turning on to the expressway.
“I haven’t but I have always wanted to go. I don’t have my swimsuit with me though. It’s back at the hotel.”
“Baby, we won’t be swimming in that nasty beach. But the market is amazing.” His eyes light up and it makes me feel excited.
“Well, let’s do it.” Who knew this would be the time of my life.
“Oh my God. I can’t believe I am doing this.” Right now, as we speak, I am at Miami Beach with Oliver, and I have two pythons wrapped around my neck with their heads in my hands.
“Me either,” Oliver calls from halfway across the sand. Seems my big strong military man is afraid of snakes.
“Seriously come over here and try this. It is amazing. They are so solid and heavy,” I tell him marveling at the amount of weight on me.
“Hell no. I wish you would stop before I have to fucking wrestle one of them when they don’t want to give you back,” he yells, crossing his arms. Giggling, I nod toward the keeper, and he takes them from me and hands me the photos. I will cherish this forever. As soon as I am free I run right into his open arms and laugh when he swings me around. “You are so fucking amazing, hazel eyes.” He bends down and kisses me before looking me in the eyes like he is realizing something. “You are too much.” He kisses me once more before wrapping his arms around my neck.
“I’m hungry,” I tell him leaning into him. Lately I have discovered my favorite place is to be plastered to his side.
“Then let’s go eat. I know this great Cuban place down the street.”
“Oh, I love Cuban food.” Then a thought hits me. “Hey, I heard about this club, Club DS, downtown. We should go dancing.” He gives me a skeptical look and for a second I think he is going to tell me no then he nods.
“Fine.”
“Yay! Oh I need to go shopping.” He grumbles something about shopping with women. Yeah, I am going to drive him crazy.
I am super giddy right now. Tonight is going to be a good night and I know it. I mean it could have something to do with the buzz flowing through my body right now due to the three orgasms Oliver gave me before we left and the one he finally let me give him on my knees. This entire time he has forbade me from putting him in my mouth because he said he wouldn’t be able to control himself, but I also found out during this trip so far that if I drop a tear I can get anything.
On my knees before him making this powerful man lose his mind I felt more in control then I ever have. Did I mention how sexy I felt having his grunt and shout my name before spraying my face and chest with his release? Well I felt like the sexiest woman alive.
Now, walking hand in hand with him into this club, I am empowered and free. Of course Oliver has no idea what my dress really looks like. When I bought it he was in the men's department picking up a shirt and jeans and I bought a short jacket to go over it so right now all he can see is that it is a light blue, ruched material that comes a few inches above my knees. He growled and pitched a fit about that, but then I poked out my lip and he gave in.
“ID?” The bouncer asks, holding out his hand. I hand him mine and Oliver gives him his military ID.
“Military and veterans get VIP treatment. Please hold your hand out.” We do and he places a stamp on both our hands. “Drinks are on the house, and you have access to the VIP room upstairs. Thank you for your service.” It makes me feel good that someone recognizes the sacrifice he made for our country. I can see it surprised him as well.