Total pages in book: 160
Estimated words: 164263 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 821(@200wpm)___ 657(@250wpm)___ 548(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 164263 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 821(@200wpm)___ 657(@250wpm)___ 548(@300wpm)
Dear god…I’m in heaven.
The ceiling spins as we pant, staring up at it.
Both covered in oil, gasping for air, and completely spent. He’s had me every which way, in every position known to man, and damn, it feels like we’ve run a marathon.
We’ve been fucking for hours.
He looks over at me, his chest rises and falls as he tries to catch his breath. “You should hydrate.”
I bubble up a surprised giggle. “No shit.”
DARKNESS
Meanwhile…. Alora’s house.
2 a.m.….
I slowly open the gate and quietly close it behind me. I creep down the side of the house and once at the back door, put the mini flashlight into my mouth and shine it onto the lock. My hands clad in black leather gloves, I grab the tension wrench and begin to pick it. The lock doesn’t budge, and I take out my glass cutters but then think better of it. No. Then someone will notice.
I go back to picking the lock and with ten more minutes of maneuvering, the door clicks open. I slink inside and close it behind me, relocking it on my way.
I’m in….
Carefully taking off my backpack, I slowly unzip it and grab the plans of the house. I shine my torch to see them, looking between the wall in question and the plans, I finally locate what I’m looking for. The wall-to-wall bookcase.
My hands run over the moldings on the front of the bookcase but I don’t feel what I’m looking for. I shine my torch on the plans again, it should be just…. I feel behind the books to more molding.
Nothing.
Restudying the plans, I notice I’m on the wrong side.
Ahh….
I change sides and feel around the molding and it clicks, that’s it.
I push it hard and it gives way, it still works. Slowly I pull the entire wall of shelving toward me to reveal a hidden staircase.
A satisfied smile creeps across my face, I walk in, close the hidden door behind me before hitting the lock button.
I shine my torch up the staircase, it’s musty and the air is heavy and dense. This secret part of the house, uninhabited for decades.
I walk up the three flights of stairs until I get to the floor above the main bedroom. I sit down and begin to unload my backpack, I bring out a camping light, set it up and turn it on. The large room lights up and I smile at my newfound haven.
Perfect.
I take out the air mattress and hand pump it up and throw the sleeping bag on top, then I take the drill and tool kit.
Reading the plans once again, I retrieve the tape measure and carefully mark where I need to drill. In the light fitting over the bed, and in the bathroom ceiling and the back of the shelves in the staircase.
It takes me hours, and just on daylight my work is done.
I lean down and look through the hole in the floor, Alora’s bed is right beneath and I get an overhead view of the room and bathroom. I sit up and smile.
Now…. I wait.
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
ALORA
The sound of an engine in the distance wakes me from my sleep and I stretch out like a cat. My body aches where it shouldn’t and I sleepily smile as oily memories of last night reappear. My eyes float around the luxurious bedroom but my man isn’t beside me. God, what time is it? I have to work today. I grab my phone from the side table, 7 a.m. Hmm…. Time to get up.
Pulling on the black silk dressing gown that I found hanging in the bathroom, I head off in search of him. I peer around the bedroom door, wait…what’s the day etiquette around here?
Are people just like walking around or….
Maybe I should get dressed first. I walk to the top of the stairs and duck down to see if I can see anybody on the floor below.
Edward did say just be normal…. Okay, so here goes. I drag my fingers through my hair to find knots the size of a bird’s nest. Mental note, oil and carnal activities with my head being rammed into a bed doesn’t do well for the blowout. Maybe I should wear a swimming cap next time?
Walking down the stairs, I see Edward sitting at a table out on the deck in the sun. He’s sipping a cup of coffee and I make my way out to him. “Hello.”
“Good morning.” He smiles darkly into his coffee cup and I smirk at his naughty look.
Deviant.
He taps his lap and I walk around and sit on him; his big arms slide around me. “Hmm.” He nuzzles my face. “How did you sleep?”
“Well, considering I was fucked into unconsciousness, I don’t remember.”
He chuckles and kisses my lips. “Just the way I like it. Coffee?”
“Yes please.” I get up and take a seat opposite him, my eyes go out to the water that surrounds us. “Where are we?” I ask.