Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 28244 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 141(@200wpm)___ 113(@250wpm)___ 94(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 28244 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 141(@200wpm)___ 113(@250wpm)___ 94(@300wpm)
“What is your favorite place in the world?”
“Right here with you,” I say. Wherever this girl is standing is where I want to be.
“Besides here,” she says, nudging my leg with her foot under the table.
“I love The Aurelia,” I say. “But if you won’t let me choose that either, there’s this wonderful bistro in Paris that I adore called Le Cygne Bleu. It’s tucked away on Île Saint-Louis, overlooking the Seine. It only has ten tables so it feels private and intimate like nothing else in Paris. From the terrace, you can see the reflection of Notre-Dame’s towers shimmering in the river. It’s beautiful.”
“It sounds wonderful,” she says, picking at her crème brûlée. “I’ve never been to Paris.”
“What are you doing next week?” I ask as she puts the spoon in her mouth. God, that mouth… Those sensual lips make it hard to think straight.
“Not going to Paris,” she says with a laugh.
I’m not laughing. “I have a private jet. We can go anywhere you desire.”
She tilts her head as she studies me, wrapping my coat around her body a little tighter.
“What was your childhood dream job?” she asks, changing the subject.
“Comic book illustrator.”
“Really? Are you any good at drawing?”
“If I was, you wouldn’t be sitting on a yacht.”
She laughs. “Fair point. Do you believe in fate?”
“I didn’t until today.”
She takes another spoonful of crème brûlée and sucks it clean as she studies me. “Explain.”
“I don’t know…” I say, going over the unlikely events of the day that brought us together. “I have a new jet and there was a mechanical failure. One person vomited on the plane and it happened to be your seat. The two of us sitting together and hitting it off immediately. The flight attendant who seemed to realize what was happening all along. It just doesn’t feel like coincidence. I think it was fate bringing us together.”
Maya’s eyes fill with desire as she stares at me long and hard. I feel her foot sliding up and down my leg and something hungry in me stirs.
“How long until we dock?” she asks in a husky voice.
“Are you ready to go home?”
She licks her lips as her heated gaze roams all over me. “Yeah. Let’s get the fuck out of here.”
CHAPTER EIGHT
Adrian
“Bye, Jericho!” Maya says, waving to the manager as he drives away in the golf cart. I don’t even turn around to say goodnight. I’m too busy opening the door so I can get my girl inside.
She laughs as I grab her arm and pull her into the suite, but I must be too eager and pull too hard because she stumbles in on her heels. I catch her and press her up against the wall. When our heated eyes meet, there’s no more laughing.
The door clicks closed. The air charges with lust.
I’m gripping her waist, pinning her against the wall, holding her heated gaze as my cock hardens.
Thoughts of what’s about to happen is making me weak in the knees. My whole body is throbbing.
I move in for a ravenous kiss, but she stiffens and pulls back. “Hold on…”
“What is it?” I ask softly, wondering if I’ve read the signs all wrong. But I’ve been getting a green light all night. And after what we did this afternoon, I thought I’d spend the whole night buried to the hilt in her body.
She’s breathing heavily, her body pressed up against mine. “It’s just… I wanted to tell you…”
“You can tell me anything, Maya.”
“I know,” she says with a soft smile. “It’s just… The fine wine and the yacht and the first class are not the only firsts for me.”
I just stare into her honey brown eyes, waiting for her to continue.
“I’ve never done any of this before,” she whispers. “I’m a virgin.”
For a second, all the air leaves my lungs.
The room fades, the world narrows.
I just stare at her, taking in the innocent honesty in those wide, anxious eyes.
A virgin.
I swallow hard, loving the sound of that. I’m going to be the first inside her. Her pussy will only know me.
Knowing I’ll be her first, and her last, makes me even more possessive of this girl. It makes me want her even more.
“A virgin…” I whisper, my hands and voice suddenly shaky.
“Is that okay?”
Knowing she saved herself for me… That her beautiful pussy has only known my hands and mouth and eyes…
Fuck, that’s more than okay. That’s a dream come true.
Her words are a trigger and there’s no more holding me back. I lunge on her mouth, kissing her with hungry moans as I sink my hand into her perfectly coiffed hair and start pulling out pins.
She whimpers and moans as she shoves her tongue into my mouth, pulling my jacket off my shoulders.
“Okay?” I growl as I kiss her neck. She drops her head back so I can reach every inch of it. “No, sweet girl. It’s more than okay. I love that you’re a virgin. But I got to warn you… You won’t be one for long.”