Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 87695 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 438(@200wpm)___ 351(@250wpm)___ 292(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87695 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 438(@200wpm)___ 351(@250wpm)___ 292(@300wpm)
But my god. Look at the man. He’s absurd. Nobody should be that fucking hot.
“When did you get home?” he asks with a sigh, stretching his muscular legs and making my heart skip out of rhythm.
“Just a few minutes ago.”
“And you spent them staring at me? How sweet. Glad the romance isn’t dead yet.”
“Romance was never alive to begin with. What are you doing out here?”
“Enjoying your balcony.”
“In that?!” I gesture at the absurd swimwear.
“What’s wrong with it?”
“You’re barely covered.”
“Are you complaining?”
“No, but I’m pretty sure my neighbors might.”
“Doubt that.” His smile is lazy and confident. “Pretty sure the old lady next door would gladly keel over of a heart attack just to watch me pick up her keys from the ground in this thing.”
“You’re disgusting.”
“I speak the truth, that’s all.”
“Seriously, don’t you have work? Shouldn’t you be doing something other than whatever this is?”
“I’m lounging. And I’m very good at it.” He sighs again, stretching his arms above his head. “Would you like to join me?”
“No, thanks. I’m tired.”
“That’s exactly what lounging was invented for. Go on, strip out of those stuffy clothes and sit with me.”
“This outfit isn’t stuffy. It’s chic and simple.”
“Right, your old lady blouse and boring work slacks really scream fun and hip.”
“I’m not going for either of those, and since when did you get into fashion?”
“Since never. Take off your clothes and join me. Quit being so rigid.”
My jaw tightens. He’s still got that cocky, lazy smile. The bastard knows exactly what he’s doing.
And God help me, it’s working.
“I am not rigid.” I unbutton my blouse. I’m rage-stripping. It’s a bad idea. Wasn’t there something I wanted to talk to him about? Completely forgot already.
“Uptight is a better word.”
“I’m not uptight!” I throw my blouse aside. I’m extremely thankful that I’m wearing cute underwear today. It’s black and lacy, mostly because the blouse was very slightly see-through.
“You have charts explaining your schedule.”
“That’s slander. And it makes no sense.”
“You have twelve different colors of Post-It Notes and they all have different meanings.”
“I’m organized!”
“You’re inflexible.”
“I can be very flexible, actually.” I kick my slacks off and stand before him in my bra and panties. “Happy now?”
His eyes move down my body, and I regret my decision.
“Yes,” he says, staring at me through heavy lids. “Very much.”
That bastard. I swear, he’s getting hard. I can see every freaking detail of his dick getting stiff. Look at the huge thing. Getting all swollen just because I’m standing here in my bra and panties. It’s so pathetic.
And so fucking hot.
Wasn’t there something I had to discuss?
An important matter?
One I wasn’t supposed to forget…
“Come here.” He gestures for me.
“I thought we were lounging together.”
“There’s only one chair.”
“Oh. Right. That’s a good point.” I chew my lip for a second. “Maybe I should lounge inside.”
“Come here, Alina. I want your pretty ass in my lap.”
“And if the neighbors hear?”
“Then we’ll give them a show. Come here, princess, right now. Or does that break one of your ten thousand rules?”
“I don’t have ten thousand rules,” I say, heart racing, skin prickling with goosebumps. Arousal floods my core. This is a very bad idea.
“You’re right. It’s easily ten times that many. You have a new rule for every hour of every day.”
“I know what you’re doing.” I glare at him, arms hugging myself and covering my breasts. “You’re goading me.”
“Into what, exactly?”
“You’re trying to goad me into having sex with you, but it won’t work.”
His eyebrows raise. He casually places one hand on top of his hard cock at the very base. He doesn’t stroke. He doesn’t grip. His hand only rests there, drawing more attention to his massive shaft.
“I don’t need to do that.”
“But here we are anyway. You were lying out here waiting for me, weren’t you?”
“Absolutely not.”
“Oh my god, you really were.”
Annoyance flickers across his face. “I thought I told you to come here, princess.”
“And now I’m starting to realize you want me even more than I want you.” I could laugh, but it’s not funny. It only turns me on even more.
“You’re admitting you want me?”
“I took off my freaking clothes pretty easily, didn’t I?”
“Then stop talking and come get in my lap.”
“Admit that I’m not rigid.” I stalk closer and let my arms fall away. His eyes move to my breasts and back to my face again. He licks his lips and I see a crack in his facade. I’m trying not to grin, but I love this.
“That’s like telling water it’s not wet. Like you’re wet right now.”
“Doesn’t matter how soaking I am.” I stand beside him, hands clasped behind my back, arching myself toward him. I’m not even being subtle and he clearly likes it. “Admit that I’m not stuck-up.”
“You want your husband to lie to you?”
“I want you to say it.”
He stares at me and I stare right back. His dick is completely hard now, practically ripping through that ridiculous bathing suit.