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)
I have no idea what they’re talking about, and it doesn’t help that they switch back and forth between Spanish and English frequently, but from what I can gather, Victor ships his products from the DR to Harbor Point and pays Dominick to house them. They must come to some kind of agreement because they shake hands, and then Dominick insists on paying the bill.
Once Victor leaves, Dominick goes to the front desk to check in. I’m not sure what is said since they’re speaking in Spanish, but it ends with the woman handing Dominick a room key.
“So, we’re skipping the sights and going straight for the Jacuzzi?” I half joke as we walk toward the elevator.
Dominick laughs. “No, Peaches. Our luggage and bags are waiting for us in our room. I figured it would be easier for you to change in there instead of somewhere public.”
“And what about you?” I ask, eyeing his attire. “Will I get to see you in your swimsuit?”
“Only if you’re a good girl and show me all three of the bikinis you chose.” He waggles his brows playfully, and I roll my eyes.
When we step into the room, I don’t know what I was expecting, but this wasn’t it. I knew the rooms were nice, but, holy shit, this place is more extravagant than anything I’ve seen on TV or in movies. The main room alone is larger than my mom’s entire house.
“Come,” Dominick says without batting an eyelash.
Taking my hand in his, he brings us into the master suite that screams opulence and wealth while still making me feel warm and cozy. The king-size bed, situated in the center of the room, is covered with fluffy blankets and pillows and looks like a giant cloud.
Our bags are at the end of the bed, and I grab mine so I can get changed into my swimsuit in the bathroom.
From the floor to the ceiling, sleek marble makes up the bathroom, which has a huge freestanding tub that I could fill with bubbles and get lost in for hours and a shower that could probably fit five people comfortably.
It’s amazing what money can buy. If I had a home that looked like this, I don’t think I’d ever leave.
I grab the first bikini and try it on. It’s black with gold hoops holding the bottom pieces together and a single gold hoop in the center of the triangle pieces on the top. It fits perfectly, and when I turn around, my ass looks good in it.
With all the stress between dropping out of school, my mom being sick, and my ex cheating on me, I started taking kickboxing classes at the local gym to blow off some steam, and I must admit, it’s doing wonders for my figure.
I’m about to throw on my jean shorts and tank top when I remember I’m supposed to show Dominick my bikini. I consider messing with him and covering it up so he won’t see it until we get to wherever we’re going, but honestly, it’s been nice, having a man show his attraction toward me. My ex cheating on me was a huge hit to my ego, so having Dominick drooling all over me and marking me as his territory in front of that creepy guy was kind of refreshing.
When I step out of the bathroom, Dominick is nowhere to be found. I check the living room and kitchen and the second bedroom and bathroom, which are almost as beautiful as the master. I’m about to give up when I notice the French doors leading out to what I assume is the terrace are open, the warm breeze hitting the lace curtains and blowing them inside.
He’s standing against the railing with his back to me, sporting a pair of black board shorts, sans shirt. His skin is tanned, his waist trim, and his back muscles are prominent. I knew, under that suit, he was fit, but I’m not sure there’s even an inch of fat anywhere on him.
As if he can sense me, he turns around, pocketing his phone he must’ve been on, and drags his gaze down my body, his gray eyes turning molten with lust.
“Turn around,” he says, his voice smooth and commanding.
I twirl in my spot, nice and slow, to give him a good look, and even from here, I can hear him groan.
“Come here,” he murmurs with a slight nod.
Like a moth to a flame, I go without argument, sauntering over to him. The heat envelops me the moment I step outside, and since it’s been cool in Florida, I welcome it, basking in the warmth and sun.
Once I’m within reaching distance, he hooks his arm around my waist and pulls me into his chest. His other hand cups my face and lifts it so he can easily press his mouth to mine. He kisses me with fervor while his hands roam my body—gripping the curve of my hip, palming one of my breasts, tweaking my nipple through the material. When he gets to my ass, he gives both cheeks a hard squeeze, and then he lifts me into his arms without breaking our kiss.