Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 83961 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83961 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
“I’m all yours, Harrison,” I murmur, arching my back.
He takes the cue and, after a few pumps to his dick, he enters me.
The heat of him against the cold of the snow—the extremes are too much for me, and I orgasm the moment his dick brushes my clit. Again, I bite my tongue to avoid crying out.
My climax spurs him on as he pumps into me. He starts slow and steady, but soon accelerates, the whole time rubbing up against my pubic bone in a way that makes me see stars.
I’m no longer on a snowy bench. I’m in a tropical paradise surrounded by palm trees, ocean waves, and fruity beverages. The sun is beating down on me, making me perspire just enough to give me a dewy glow.
And then I’m on the surface of the sun itself, fully enveloped by its heat.
Harrison continues thrusting into me, and soon a second orgasm is stirring.
This time I can’t help it. I cry out as I shatter beneath him.
“Fuck!”
Harrison brings his hand over my mouth.
We both eye the back door that leads to the courtyard, ready to jump off the bench in case someone barrels through.
No one does.
Harrison turns back to me and begins plowing me again. He keeps his hand over my mouth, though, and for good reason. Soon orgasm number three has me in tatters.
Then four.
Five.
I’m not even trying to stifle my moans anymore. Harrison’s hand muffles most of it. But I don’t care if anyone hears me. This is the most pleasure I’ve ever experienced.
Ever.
Harrison thrusts, thrusts, thrusts. “I’m getting close, babe,” he grits out.
I nod. I’m close, too.
Three more thrusts from Harrison, and he releases.
I tumble over the edge once more.
Six is a new record for me.
I lock eyes with him, and I lose a piece of my soul.
In this moment, I know that our lives will remain entwined forever.
And I don’t want it any other way.
Harrison cracks a smile. “The snow.”
I let out a sigh. “Yeah, it certainly added a new element.”
He shakes his head. “No, it’s gone.”
I sit up and look behind me. Sure enough, all the snow that covered the stone bench is gone, leaving behind a few small puddles.
I stifle a chuckle. “You got me so hot. I’m not even wet from the melted snow.”
“Same here, babe.” He gives me another kiss and then eyes the back door. “We’d better get dressed and back to our table.”
I nod and get to my feet. My sense of balance is a little off after six orgasms, but I steady myself enough to clamber back into my gown. Harrison is also quick to clothe himself. Once he’s rebuttoned his shiny silver shirt, he offers me his arm. “Back inside then?”
“Sounds good to me.” I narrow my eyes. “I’ve certainly worked up an appetite.”
He laughs. “I feel like I had dessert early.”
We walk back inside to see Hans widening his eyes. “Goodness. I was afraid you’d dined and dashed.”
Harrison blinks. “I was showing my date your beautiful courtyard.”
Hans raises an eyebrow but says nothing. “Of course. Would you like to order something for your main course?”
Warmth rushes to my cheeks. I turn to Harrison. “I thought you said that our waiter already asked us about our main course.”
Harrison shrugs. “I must have misunderstood what he said.”
Hans cocks his head. “I never asked about your main course, sir.”
“My lady friend here must have misunderstood me, then.”
I grin. “I must have.”
Harrison looks over his menu. “The blackened sea bass sounded great. Bianca?”
“The same for me, I suppose.” I look at our table. I have two oysters remaining. “Can I get a box for these? Is that a thing for oysters?”
Hans pauses a moment. “Technically yes, but we always recommend you consume the oysters within twelve hours if possible. That’s when they’re at their best.”
“Midnight snack, then,” Harrison says. He polishes off his last oyster.
Hans runs to the kitchen and quickly returns with a small takeout container with the Brassica Rex logo on it. “Here you go. The sea bass orders are on their way.”
I look at my watch. “Can we put in our dessert order now as well? I have to be somewhere else at eight.”
Hans blinks for a few seconds before continuing. “If you’re interested in dessert, here’s a menu.” He plops it down on the table and scurries away.
“I wonder if we’ve overstayed our welcome,” I say.
Harrison shrugs. “I’ll give him a good tip. It can’t be the first time he’s served an obnoxious couple.”
I smirk. “I wouldn’t say we’re obnoxious.”
“Do you know a lot of people who fuck in the restaurant’s back patio in the dead of winter?”
I raise a finger. “First of all, it’s nearly spring.”
He laughs out loud at that. A big belly laugh, one that quiets the tables around us.
I look at the menu. “The Cherries Reverie looks marvelous. It’s a cherry tart topped with salted caramel and…Brassica chips. Any idea what those are?”