Total pages in book: 119
Estimated words: 113330 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 567(@200wpm)___ 453(@250wpm)___ 378(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 113330 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 567(@200wpm)___ 453(@250wpm)___ 378(@300wpm)
Roman smirks. “You wouldn’t give me carte blanche like that if you knew how much I enjoyed that. It was supernatural for me, too.”
Oh my gosh. This just keeps getting better and better. I open my mouth to reply, but before I get a single word out, a big yawn overtakes me.
“Thanks,” Roman deadpans.
I giggle. “Sorry. I’ve barely gotten any sleep the last couple days.”
Roman strokes my hair. “Get some sleep, then. A great orgasm will put you to sleep better than any sleeping pill.”
I snicker. “And I had three.”
“You sure did. Don’t let them go to waste. Get some sleep, Iris.”
I didn’t know great orgasms are sleep inducing, simply because I’ve never had one even close to as great as the ones Roman gave me. Especially that last one. Holy crap. But I see no reason to admit any of that. I’ve already said too much.
I open my mouth to reply, and yet another yawn overtakes me, making Roman laugh again.
“Sorry to bore you,” he teases this time, making me giggle again.
“Okay, maybe I’ll take a short nap,” I concede. “But only long enough to recharge for round two.”
“Sleep as long as you can,” he says gently. “I’m not going anywhere. We’ve got plenty of time.”
I don’t agree with that statement, since he’s only invited me to stay for one night and I’m now craving as many rounds of sex with this man as I can get. But I can’t deny the comment is a kind thing to say that relaxes me even more.
“Thank you so much,” I whisper as my eyelids flutter. “I can’t thank you enough.”
“Sweet dreams, Iris. Whenever you wake up, I’ll be here and ready to go again. But no rush.”
I glance at the clock on the nightstand. It’s hours before I’d normally go to bed. Granted, Hawaii is a full four hours behind Denver and three behind Orchard Blossom, so my internal clock feels hopelessly confused right now, but I can’t imagine I won’t wake up in a couple hours at most.
“I’ll see you in an hour or two,” I say with another yawn. “And then we’ll go again. Oh. I’d better pee real quick.” I roll out of bed and pad to the bathroom, and when I get back, there’s a huge bottle of water on the nightstand and Roman is closing all the blinds in the room.
“Drink at least half of that,” Roman instructs, indicating the bottle. “Flying is dehydrating, and so is good sex.”
“Wow, it’s almost like you’re a personal trainer or something,” I tease. I grab the bottle and guzzle its entire contents, eliciting a “good girl” from Roman.
“I’ll get you another bottle so you’ll have it if you wake up thirsty,” he says. “Sleep tight.”
My heart flutters. If Roman takes care of his clients in Delaware this well, it’s no wonder he can afford to take a two-week vacation at a fancy resort. He’s making me feel as special as a professional athlete.
“See you soon,” I say coyly, resting my head onto my luxurious pillow again—and approximately three seconds later, I’d estimate, the world melts away and I’m blissfully asleep.
Chapter 9
Roman
I enter the bungalow and quietly place the items I’ve brought back for Iris from the hotel’s breakfast buffet—muffins, fruit, bacon, and coffee—onto the kitchen counter. From there, I creep into the bedroom to see if Sleeping Beauty has awakened yet, but nope, she’s still dead to the world.
For a moment, I stand in the doorway admiring Iris’s pretty face in repose. The way her sandy hair is splayed out on the pillow, it’s like she’s got a halo. Which makes sense, since it’s clear she had some kind of a spiritual awakening along with her sexual one. Whatever happened for Iris last night, it was nothing short of the hottest thing I’ve witnessed in my life. I haven’t gotten the results of the background check from Cameron yet, but I’m not the least bit concerned about it. My gut tells me Iris Benedetto is exactly the 26-year-old UCLA graduate and Denver preschool teacher she claims to be. Not to mention, one of the cutest, sweetest, most adorable people I’ve ever had the pleasure to meet, let alone to sleep with.
When Iris initially crashed last night, I went to the hotel bar for a couple hours to watch the basketball game. I figured Iris would be awake when I got back and ready for round two, but it wasn’t meant to be. Iris was still fast asleep when I got back. And so I sat on the couch in the bungalow and scrolled on my phone.
Finally, when my eyelids got too heavy to stay open, I crashed on the couch, feeling a bit disappointed for my own horny self but also genuinely happy for Iris to get the rest she obviously needed. Man, Iris really must have let loose with her friends the night before coming here. Or maybe her friend cancelling on her at the last minute is the larger culprit—the real reason for her bone-deep exhaustion. If that’s the case, then good for Iris for going outside her comfort zone to come here by herself.