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)
“Why?”
“Because….” She looks around the yacht and throws her hand up. “This place is just….” She shrugs. “And then I can’t stop….” She cuts herself off. “But then I know.”
“Land the plane,” I snap, impatient.
“Your history on this yacht is whispering through the walls and taunting me with visions of you with other women.”
My eyes hold hers.
“And I logically know. I know that it doesn’t matter and that it makes no difference to us or our relationship.”
I concentrate on trying not to cut her off.
“I guess.” She sips her drink. “It’s hard to put into words.”
“Try harder.”
“I just feel insecure tonight, and I don’t want to, and I don’t like feeling like this but I have been wondering. Why do you love me, Edward?”
“Can you hear yourself right now?” I frown. “You feel insecure because I love you?”
“The irony is not lost on me.” She rolls her eyes. “Believe me.”
“Alora.” I exhale. “You are a very different species of woman to who I usually spend time with.”
“I know that, and that’s what has me confused.”
She listens as her hair whips around in the wind.
“Don’t be confused, because this—” I gesture to the yacht, “—is an illusion of happiness. And from the moment I met you, I was also back in our book and I realized I didn’t want the fake life I was living anymore and maybe that’s why I fought against it so hard. On some level I was giving up everything I knew to be with you. I’ve always been rich, but it’s only now that I have you that I am truly wealthy.” I take her into my arms and kiss her. “Forget my past. You are my future.”
Her eyes well with tears and she nods as if understanding.
“Why didn’t you put your lingerie on for me?” I kiss her again.
“I don’t know.”
She’s still struggling and I know I need to pull her out of her head.
“Here’s what’s going to happen.” I put my mouth to her ear. “Tonight we’re going back to the first weekend we met.”
I hold her close as she listens.
“You don’t know me, and I don’t know you.” She smirks as I hold her ear to my mouth. “And you have arrived on my yacht to pleasure me on request.”
She bites her lip to hide her smile.
“Get upstairs. Get that fucking lingerie on and get back down here and suck my cock.” I grab a handful of her hair and pull her head back; I lick her open lips.
Her eyes darken with desire and I feel myself harden with a deep throb.
“You have two minutes,” I growl.
“Yes, sir.” She turns and I slap her hard on the ass.
“Let’s fucking go.”
ALORA
I stare at my reflection, I’m in the bathroom of the main bedroom with wall-to-wall mirrors. The black lace lingerie fits like a glove. It cuts away at the breast, barely covering my nipples and it laces up the front like a corset. It has lace and velvet panels with black satin ribboning and a snap crotch. It looks like something from a hardcore bondage porn film, not something your wife would wear…but maybe that’s the point. I smile as I turn and look at my behind, barely covered with lace.
Deviant.
Where did he even buy this?
I feel him before I see him and turn to see Edward leaning with his shoulder against the doorjamb. His hair is messed and his olive skin looks stark against the crisp white T-shirt and light blue jeans. Big, deep blue eyes hold mine and he has something in his mouth.
“Hi.”
He pulls it out and licks his lips. “Sucking on your butt plug.” He gives me a slow, sexy smile.
“Why would you be sucking on a butt plug?” I breathe.
“To warm it up for you.” His hungry eyes drop down my body. “To warm you up for me.”
Jeez….
I swallow the lump in my throat.
“Come here,” he whispers as he unzips his jeans. “Suck me.” He picks up a towel and drops it to the floor and points to it. “Kneel.”
His words snap me out of my mood and I want to please him, more than anything I want to please him. I drop to my knees and his hands go to my hair as I struggle to pull his jeans down over his hips.
His cock is hard, making pulling his jeans down over it difficult. Damn this thing has its own zip code.
“Hurry. The. Fuck. Up,” he growls.
The jeans finally give way and his thick hard cock springs free; my eyes linger on his manhood. God, his dick is beautiful, the joy it brings my body is like nothing else.
Thick veins course down its length and pre-ejaculate drips from the end.
It looks angry…. Hungry.
Holding himself at his base, he rubs the tip over my mouth, smearing the pre-come across my lips. “Open.” He fists my hair in his hand and I part my lips, purposely not enough so that he has to pry them open.