Total pages in book: 152
Estimated words: 145155 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 726(@200wpm)___ 581(@250wpm)___ 484(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 145155 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 726(@200wpm)___ 581(@250wpm)___ 484(@300wpm)
“Someone who will sleep with anyone,” I reply.
He nods and takes another sip of his latte. “You see, I think a slut is a woman who loves to fuck.” I swallow the large lump in my throat. His voice has dropped to a low husky sound, one that is screaming to my subconscious. He continues, “I couldn’t be with a mousy woman who doesn’t love to fuck as much as I do. I have an insatiable appetite for sex.” He licks his lips. “High maintenance so to speak.” His eyes burn into me once again, silently daring me to say something. His eyes drop to my lips. Want pools in my stomach. “The woman I marry will have to endure hours and hours of being tied up to our bed, legs spread wide while I pleasure her with my tongue and fuck her with my hands and then put up with me continually driving into her tight cunt with my cock so hard she won’t know where I end and she begins. Only to be rolled over and taken again from behind. Constantly. She would have to love taking me orally and vaginally and anally…repeatedly.” He gazes at me again and steeples his hands under his chin. For the love of god, my mouth has gone dry.
“Can I take your order, love?” I jump. Oh shit, did she just hear that?
“Um, bacon and eggs please, and an orange juice.” I am embarrassed and put my head down to hide my blush.
“I’ll have the same.” He smirks a sexy smile at me. Bloody hell. OK, my brain is fried. I can’t even speak as I visualize exactly what he has explained to me. Orally, vaginally and anally, shit. To me that sounds like the exact thing I might like to do today. Is he trying to drive me out of my frigging head? He’s not playing fair.
“So, precious.” My eyes snap up at the nickname he used to call me. “Do you know anyone that you could put up for an interview?” I scowl at him. He’s playing with me, the bastard. He knows exactly what he’s doing.
“Yes, I do, actually,” I reply. Actually, no I don’t. Only me. I would rather cut off my left arm than put someone else up for that position. I scan my empty head for a witty comeback. Nope, nothing, another 2 a.m. regret coming up.
“Are you purposely trying to turn me on?” I whisper.
“Is that what I’m doing?” His gaze bores into me, burning holes with its heat.
“Yes,” I whisper. “You know you are.”
He inhales a deep breath through his nose as he leans back in his chair and rearranges his penis unashamedly in his pants. My eyes drop down to between his legs and I swallow a golf ball again. OK, if he gets away from me today without giving me what I need, I am going to need admitting myself tonight.
“Why are you hard?” I can’t help myself. I have to ask.
“I’m always hard when I talk about what I need in a wife.”
“You have this conversation often?” I’m offended.
“No, first time.” He smiles.
I narrow my eyes. “Bastard,” I whisper. “Stop playing with me.”
He smiles as he takes another sip of his latte. Breakfast arrives and we eat in silence. He’s seemingly relaxed, I’m practically panting at the visuals in my pea brain. Tied to a bed. Damn, yes please.
“So, have you had any serious girlfriends?” He shakes his head as he takes another bite. “Why not?”
“I can’t be monogamous so—” he shrugs, “—I guess it’s not fair.”
“Huh, what do you mean you can’t be monogamous?”
“I’ve never been with just one person.”
I frown. “What, never?” He shakes his head again. “How do you? I mean what, so these girls you…mess around with know they are one of many?”
“Pretty much.”
I stop eating and put my knife and fork down as I frown.
He smiles. “What’s wrong with that?”
“You’re a frigging pig.” I answer.
He shrugs. “I like to think I’m honest.”
“Seriously, so girls are happy to have you for half an hour and give you back?”
He puts his knife and fork down. “No, they get me for about four hours and when it’s over I have nothing in common with them and I don’t particularly want to spend time with them, so I leave.”
I shake my head in disgust. “You know the way you just spoke about women makes me think I have absolutely nothing in common with you anymore.”
He looks offended. “Are you kidding?”
“What?”
“You think what I do is any worse than what you do?” “What do I do?”
He rolls his eyes at me. “Make men fall in love with you so much that they want to marry you and then you dump them when you get bored. No thanks, I would rather do it my way. Like I said, at least I don’t hurt anyone.” He raises an eyebrow.