Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 79328 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 397(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79328 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 397(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
“Chuck is such a slimeball,” Raina said, her lip curling with disgust.
“He is.” I leaned my head back against the edge of the tub, old wounds aching beneath the surface. “And I hate that I once thought of him as a mentor. He’s a few years older than me and Kurt, and he told us he had all this business experience. We were fresh out of college. It seemed like such a good idea to partner with someone who knew the ropes.” I shook my head at my own flawed judgment. “I never should have trusted him. That whole experience taught me that giving up control in business is dangerous. Or at least, I thought I’d learned that lesson,” I said, thinking about how I’d trusted my first assistant, Carla, and how her carelessness had nearly put the investment firm’s entire future at risk.
Raina looked at me curiously, a question forming in her eyes, but before she could ask me to elaborate, the door opened and another couple entered the room, shattering our privacy. Raina and I exchanged a glance, and something passed between us, an unspoken agreement that the moment had shifted.
“What do you think about heading back to the room?” she asked.
There was a sudden look in her eyes that I recognized. A heat that had nothing to do with the water surrounding us. Yeah, she was just as anxious to take advantage of that “one bed” situation as I was.
My pulse quickened, because I was ready to leave the Chuck conversation behind and focus solely on Raina. “I think that’s an excellent idea.”
I climbed out of the hot tub first and extended a hand to help her up. By the time we made it back to the suite, anticipation was a living thing inside me, coiling tight, demanding release. I could feel it in Raina too, in the way her breath had quickened, how her eyes kept darting to my mouth, and the way her hand gripped mine just a little too tightly.
Five days. Almost an entire week of restraint, of proving myself, of keeping my hands where they belonged when all I wanted was to touch her everywhere.
I was done waiting.
“We should shower,” I said, my voice already gruff with desire. “Wash off the chlorine.”
Raina’s eyes darkened. “Together?”
I nodded and smirked. “Together.”
The word hung between us, heavy with promise. She moved first, removing the clip from her hair then reaching for the straps of her swimsuit and peeling it down her body with deliberate slowness. The fabric slid over her curves, revealing inch after inch of skin that I’d been dreaming about for days. Her breasts. The dip of her waist. The flare of her hips. The enticing shadow between her thighs. My mouth watered for a taste of everything.
She stepped out of the suit and stood before me, gloriously naked, completely unabashed, and my cock throbbed painfully behind my shorts.
I stripped with far less finesse, shoving my trunks down and kicking them aside, too desperate to bother with a slow strip tease. Raina’s gaze dropped to my erection, and the hunger I saw in her expression nearly undid me. I grabbed her hand and practically dragged her into the bathroom.
The shower was large—a luxury suite perk—with multiple heads and more than enough room for two. I turned on the water, adjusting the temperature until steam billowed through the glass enclosure, then pulled Raina inside with me.
The hot spray cascaded over us as I reached for the body wash. I poured some into my palm and began to lather her skin, my hands sliding over her shoulders, down her arms, across the soft plane of her stomach. She sighed and tilted her head back, and I took the opportunity to cup her breasts as the water rinsed away the suds.
She fit perfectly in my hands. I kneaded gently, then found her nipples and rolled them between my fingers until they peaked hard and tight.
“Simon…” Her voice was breathy, barely audible over the rush of water.
I bent my head and took one nipple into my mouth, sucking gently at first, then harder when she gasped. Her fingers tangled in my wet hair, holding me close, and I lavished attention on her until she was trembling against me. I switched to the other breast, and she moaned, a sound that went straight to my cock.
Then her hand wrapped around my erection. I groaned against her skin as she stroked me, her grip firm and confident. She knew exactly what she was doing, and exactly how to drive me insane.
I slid my hand around to the back of her neck and brought her mouth to mine, kissing her deeply while she continued working me through her fist. The dual sensation—her tongue against mine, her hand pumping my cock—had me dangerously close to the edge within minutes.