Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 98469 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 492(@200wpm)___ 394(@250wpm)___ 328(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 98469 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 492(@200wpm)___ 394(@250wpm)___ 328(@300wpm)
“Fuck, you smell so good,” he murmurs, running his nose along my now-heated flesh.
“It’s lavender,” I say dumbly.
He inhales deeply, and a shiver visibly races through my body, making him chuckle.
“Tell me I can touch you,” he whispers against my ear. “That I can slide my hand under this dress and feel how wet you are. I bet this cunt is drenched.”
I tighten my legs and nod.
“You know I need to hear the words,” he says, his voice smooth, like he’s not anywhere as affected as I am.
“Yes,” I breathe, desperate for him. “You can do whatever the hell you want to me,” I find myself saying.
He turns me around so my back is against the wall and our fronts are almost flush together. Even while I’m still in my work heels, he’s only about six inches taller than me, yet it feels like he towers over me with his dominating presence.
His hand glides down my waist and under my dress while his mouth hovers millimeters above mine. He doesn’t make any move to kiss me though as his fingers skate across the hem of my panties and slide underneath, the rough pads just barely grazing the hood of my pussy.
When the tip of his finger lands on my clit, I gasp, and then Dominick’s mouth is on me. He kisses exactly how I imagined he would—strong and demanding.
He taps the top of my pussy, and I part my legs slightly, giving him access, as our lips curve around one another.
“Fuck, Peaches, you really are soaked,” he murmurs against my lips as he slides his finger through my center, causing warmth to flood through my veins.
The pad of his finger reaches the sensitive bud between my legs, and I release a soft moan at how good it feels.
Dominick deepens the kiss by sliding his tongue into my mouth and stroking mine. With our mouths fused together, our tongues move frantically against one another. One of his hands grips the curve of my hip while the other massages my clit. And in response, I rest my hands on his chest, needing to touch him back.
I’m fully aware this is our first kiss, but it feels like we’ve done this a million times, and I have to remind myself that what we’re doing has an expiration date. Today, I feel like a princess. But tomorrow, I’ll turn back into a pumpkin. Dominick will return home—which I’m assuming is Harbor Point since he always flies to and from there—and I’ll go to Coral Bay, where I’ll focus on my mom as we count down the days she has left.
Just as that morbid thought hits me, Dominick adds pressure to my clit, and my orgasm overtakes me. He swallows my moans of pleasure, and when my orgasm begins to subside and I try to push him away, he lightens his touch as our kiss moves from hard and deep to a soft caress.
“Thank God I have more time with you,” he mutters once he breaks the kiss, his forehead pressing against mine. “Otherwise, I’d say fuck the sightseeing and drag your sexy ass to the hotel I booked.”
I can’t help the giggle that escapes me.
Dominick is a charmer.
“C’mon,” he says, pulling his fingers out of my panties and taking a step back. “We’re going to be late for brunch.”
“I still have to pick out a swimsuit,” I remind him, making him groan.
“That can’t happen,” he says. “If I see you in a bikini, we’ll never make it to my meeting. Do you know your size?”
“Yeah,” I say with a laugh as I grab my clothes from the floor and he threads our fingers together, guiding us back to the main area of the boutique.
“We’re taking this dress,” he tells the saleswoman. Then, to me, he says, “Grab a few bikinis, and you can try them on later.” His gaze descends to my feet. “And a pair of heels that match the dress.”
Dominick pays for the items, and when I thank him for the cute new dress, heels, and swimsuits, he grants me a brief yet toe-curling kiss.
“This meeting needs to be quick,” he mutters once we’re back in the town car. “I took it as an excuse to come here so I didn’t look like a crazy stalker, but now, I’m wishing I hadn’t.”
“You can’t stalk the willing,” I tell him, pulling his face to mine for a kiss. “But don’t worry. It will be over soon, and then we’ll have the rest of the day and night.”
“Mmm,” he hums against my lips. “I’m not sure that will be enough time for everything I want to do with you.”
“Well, it will have to be,” I say, pulling back. “Because that’s all we have.”
While Dominick does his business stuff, I switch out my work heels for the cute boho-style beige wedge sandals I chose. They’re both classy and comfortable. Then, I let my hair down and fluff it since it was up for the flight before reapplying my lipstick.