Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 67973 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 340(@200wpm)___ 272(@250wpm)___ 227(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67973 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 340(@200wpm)___ 272(@250wpm)___ 227(@300wpm)
“I know.” I grinned, enjoying the way her pupils dilated with desire. “Which is why we should probably wrap this up and head back to the hotel. Unless you’d rather stay here and let me describe in exact detail where I want to put that chocolate sauce.”
She swallowed hard and shook her head, but there was a smile on her lips. “You’re killing me.”
“Not yet, but soon.” I brushed a chaste kiss against her temple, though my words were anything but. “So, what will it be? Dark, milk, or white chocolate?”
“Milk chocolate,” she managed as I steered her toward the display. “Definitely milk chocolate.”
“Good choice. My favorite, too.” I flashed her a wicked grin as I picked up a jar.
“Do we need spoons?” she asked, indicating the plastic utensils the shop offered.
“Nope.” I let my gaze trail slowly down her body before returning to her face. “I was thinking more along the lines of…creative application.”
She bit her bottom lip. “That sounds messy.”
“Very messy,” I agreed, my voice dropping lower. “Good thing hotel rooms come with showers.”
A small sound escaped her throat. Not quite a laugh, not quite a moan. “You’re so bad.”
“You have no idea, but you’re about to find out.” I winked at her then stepped toward the register to make my purchase.
I paid for the chocolate sauce while Morgan waited by the door, clutching her wrapped book to her chest. When I rejoined her, our eyes met and the air between us shifted. The playful flirtation from moments ago had ignited into something hotter and more urgent.
“Ready to head back to our hotel?” I asked.
Desire was written all over her face. “God, yes.”
The walk through the Venetian felt endless. My hand remained locked with hers, and by the time we made it outside and hailed a cab, the tension between us was thick enough to cut with a knife.
The ride took less than ten minutes but felt like an eternity. I paid the driver, grabbed Morgan’s hand, and practically pulled her through the lobby to the elevators. The moment the doors closed and we were alone, I had her pressed against the wall, my mouth claiming hers in a kiss that was all heat and hunger and weeks of pent-up longing. She moaned into my mouth, one of her hands fisting in my shirt.
The elevator dinged far too soon, and the doors opened on our floor. We stumbled down the hallway, stopping twice so I could kiss her again because I couldn’t help myself. When we finally reached her door, her hands shook so badly she could barely get the key card to work.
I took it from her, swiped it through the reader, and pushed the door open. As we entered the room and the door shut behind us, I reached for her, but she surprised me by moving out of my reach with a flirty grin I was starting to recognize as a precursor to her rocking my world.
She set the chocolate sauce and her still wrapped book on the dresser. “I’m going to change,” she said.
I was tempted to tell her not to bother. My dick was hard as stone and I wanted her naked and underneath me as soon as humanly possible. But there was a seductive gleam in her eyes that told me she had something special planned, so I didn’t argue.
Whatever it was she grabbed from her suitcase, she was careful to keep it hidden from view, then disappeared into the bathroom. While she was gone, I stripped off my suit jacket and shoes, then started unbuttoning my shirt. A few minutes later the bathroom door opened, and the moment I glanced in that direction my brain seemed to short-circuit.
Morgan emerged, looking like a fucking goddess. A vision in red lingerie designed specifically to destroy my self-control. Her brown hair tumbled in waves around her shoulders, framing a face flushed with anticipation. But it was what she wore—or barely wore—that was nothing short of sinful and made my mouth go dry.
Thin red straps framed her full breasts and left her nipples exposed so they peeked through provocatively. Sheer mesh hugged her stomach and accentuated her curves. More straps crisscrossed over her hips, leading to the small scrap of fabric that barely covered her mound. She was pure temptation, and I couldn’t tear my eyes away.
“Fuck me,” I breathed, nearly tripping over my discarded shoes as I moved toward her.
She laughed, a sultry sound that was like a stroke to my cock as she sauntered to the bed. I followed, but my gaze snagged on the chocolate sauce on the dresser. I grabbed it, setting it on the nightstand before I quickly stripped off the rest of my clothes then joined her on the bed where she was reclining back on the pillows, watching me with a hooded gaze.