Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 27572 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 138(@200wpm)___ 110(@250wpm)___ 92(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27572 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 138(@200wpm)___ 110(@250wpm)___ 92(@300wpm)
“Okay,” I agree in a slow tone. “What’s the procedure for a kid then?”
Liam smiles, and is it my imagination, or is his expression a bit wolfish? His teeth gleam white, those chiseled features sharp, and my heart-rate accelerates. OMG, something is brewing. I can feel it in my bones.
Sure enough, Liam nods and asks in a casual tone, “Why don’t we do a demonstration? I always feel that hands-on demonstrations are far more effective than talking it through. Especially when it comes to something like CPR because it’s really the practice that counts.”
I stare at him.
“Sure, but do you have a CPR dummy? Or a doll? That’s what we used when I took first aid in high school.”
The handsome man shakes his head, his expression smooth.
“No, because I thought I might be able to be the dummy in this case. Come on, Avalon. It’ll just take a sec.”
Then, without waiting for my assent, the huge man gets up and strides into the living room before lying down on the heavy red shag rug. Oh my god, is he serious? But there’s the alpha male stretched out with his head almost touching the TV stand, with his long legs seeming to take up the entire length of the living room. He can’t be serious but those blue eyes gleam as he beckons to me.
“Come on, Miss Leigh. I’m going to show you the ins and outs of CPR, and this is the perfect time to get it done. Don’t be afraid. I don’t bite.”
I stare at him, eyes wide, because biting is exactly what I want. I want to drape myself over that huge form, pressing my big breasts against his hard chest. I want us to engage in deep kisses before I squirm out of my panties and then notch his shaft at my wet opening before descending down that pole of heaven. Is he big? Massive, even? My insides go hot and wet because somehow, I know Liam Carrington has the goods … and I want the mountain man to deliver.
5
Liam
She’s so beautiful that it’s fucking distracting. I can barely think because Avalon is innocent and gorgeous, staring at me with those wide blue eyes while licking her lips. The flicker of that pink tongue makes my snake jerk, and goddamn, it even spurts a bit. Thank fuck for indigo denim because the color won’t show any stains, although by the time I’m done with Avalon, there’s going to be sperm all over the furniture.
After all, when I ducked into my office, I made a call to my bud, Rick Purdy, immediately.
“Yo,” he cackled, picking up on the first ring. “What’s up?”
“You tell me,” I said. “What’s with the babysitter? You know I’m up at the cabin, and my daughter isn’t even with me right now.”
The bastard cackles again.
“Yeah, exactly. Ellie’s with her mom, right? But that’s the point. I know you’ve been working non-stop and went up to your hidey hole for some much-needed R&R. But who gives a fuck about snowy evenings, hot chocolate, and long, contemplative hikes through the woods? That shit is for losers. What you need is a woman.”
“So you sent Avalon,” I say in a deadpan voice.
My friend cackles again.
“Yeah, def. Don’t worry, she’s been vetted because I booked her through Sweet Lies. You know, through that gifting service that they just started. It’s like Candygrams for Valentine’s Day, but instead of sweets you get a beautiful nymph to fucking destroy. Use her, my man. Fuck all her holes and leave them dripping with sperm and then tell me how it is.”
“I love your way with words,” I say in a dry tone. “So poetic.”
I can almost hear Rick shrug.
“I’m just saying. She’s already been paid for, and she knows what’s up. Is she wearing sexy lingerie? Have you gotten her to do anal yet?”
“Avalon just stepped through my door,” I say in a deadpan voice. “I haven’t done anything except exchange names.”
“Who the fuck cares about her name?” Rick crowed. “Fuck her, my man. She’s not getting any younger, and neither are you! What are you waiting for? It’s time to coat your cock in pussy juice before it shrivels up and drops off!”
I snort because Rick Purdy is a total asshole. He’s the billionaire owner of a luxury skin care line, but you’d never know it from the way he talks. You would never guess that he peddles six hundred dollar face creams and ten thousand dollar laser treatments because that shit is feminine, refined, and chic. Meanwhile, this motherfucker is telling me to fuck my babysitter before leaving her holes filled with sperm. What a douche.
But it’s Rick’s rude, yet aggressive, instincts that have made him into a billionaire, and dare I say it? The dude is a genius businessman. Tatti Cosmetics is known the world over, and they’re expanding into new territory with laser treatments, PRP injections, and even gene therapy. His products and services are at the forefront of the “medspa” trend, and tellingly, Rick’s got his finger in every pot. I shake my head with disgust, but also admiration.