Total pages in book: 121
Estimated words: 113130 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 566(@200wpm)___ 453(@250wpm)___ 377(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 113130 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 566(@200wpm)___ 453(@250wpm)___ 377(@300wpm)
Only once I’m inside the room do I lean back against the door and close my eyes. “What the fuck am I going to do now?” I turn my head and look at the couch in the room, tossing my purse on it before heading to the bedroom and collapsing on the bed. “Well, the plan to tell him I’m pregnant did not look like that,” I say to myself. “There was never a girlfriend anywhere in the scenarios I had in my head.” I turn on the bed and reach over to the bedside phone.
Pressing the room service button, I wait for them to answer. “Good afternoon, Ms. Weber, how can we help?”
“Hi, can I please have some french fries,” I tell her, “some chicken tenders, and then do you have burgers by any chance?”
“We do, we have smash burgers or regular burgers.”
“Oh, I’ll have a smash burger, fully loaded, with extra ketchup on the side.”
“Is that all?”
“No, I’ll have a strawberry milkshake and also a piece of carrot cake and raspberry cheesecake.” I close my eyes, knowing there is not even a chance I’ll finish all of that but knowing it’ll be here in case. “That will be all.”
“We’ll be up in thirty-five minutes,” she replies as she disconnects the phone. I place the phone back in its cradle before I tuck my arm under my head and curl my feet up.
“He has a girlfriend,” I say to the room. “You have to tell him,” I remind myself. “You can’t not tell him, it’s not like you don’t know him or his entire family. He’s going to see you’re pregnant or hear that you are.”
I close my eyes and I’m suddenly back to that fateful night.
The minute his lips touched mine, it felt like my body was on fire. Every single nerve needed to be touched. I’d never been kissed with so much passion before. I mean, I’d been kissed before, but never like that. Like if he didn’t kiss me, he wouldn’t be able to take another breath.
He shut the door with his foot as one hand was cupping my ass, the other my face. His tongue invaded my mouth and it was hungry. It got deeper when he pushed my back against the door, my arms wrapping around his neck while my leg hitched over his hip. I felt his hardness all over me. And I meant all over me. I moved my head to the side, the kiss going even deeper.
He let go of my lips, but that was only for him to trail the kisses down to my throat and then moved them up to my cheek. His hot, heavy breath was in my ear as he stuck his tongue out and twirled it around my earlobe, and I shivered as he sucked the lobe into his mouth. My tits tingled, as well as other parts of me. When I pushed him off of me, he looked at me confused. “There is something I have been dying to do.” I turned and pushed him against the door. “Watch.” I kissed his neck; my hand fell on his chest. The way his heart sped up under my hand showed me he was as into this as I was. I squatted down in front of him, my hands at his belt.
“Ariella,” he said my name, actually he hissed my name out. Teeth clenched together, eyes trained right on me as his pants fell to the sides of his hips and I got his cock out. I had never felt more powerful in my life. My eyes locked into his as I took him into my mouth. My head bent, which covered his cock in my mouth, but he quickly remedied that as he moved my head with both his hands by the side of my jaw .
“Fuck,” he grumbled as I took him even deeper. My hand wrapped around the base as I took him as deep as he could go. “That’s it, baby,” he urged. “Going to fuck your mouth.” His hips thrusted as he used my mouth. I had spit running down my cheek, but I was so hot for him, I didn’t even care. Nothing mattered but making sure I gave him what he wanted. “I’m going to—” He tried to pull away from me, but my grip on him tightened, making him plant himself in the back of my throat as he came on my tongue.
The knock at the door has me opening my eyes and the memory of that night is again just a memory. I get off the bed. “Coming!” I shout to the closed door, pushing the door handle down and opening it to the room service guy, trying not to think that this isn’t the way I thought today was going to go.