Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 89324 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 447(@200wpm)___ 357(@250wpm)___ 298(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89324 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 447(@200wpm)___ 357(@250wpm)___ 298(@300wpm)
“No.” He shook his head. “My mother called me.” Tate took a bite of his sandwich and grinned. “She was interested in knowing what I was doing canoodling with a teenager.”
My jaw dropped open. “No.”
“Yep.” He sipped some water. “Well, she didn’t say teenager, but Langley’s parents told her I was spending time with a much younger woman.”
I covered my mouth. “I don’t know whether to laugh or cry for you.”
“At the time of my conversation with my mother this morning, I thought you’d just left and weren’t coming back. So I told her that there was nothing to worry about since you were gone.”
“Well, pretty sure she’d be shitting a brick now, huh?”
He shook his head. “I told her about you. Your age and everything. She wasn’t judging.” He shrugged. “My mother is nosy, but ultimately, she accepts the choices I make. She wants me to be happy.” He looked into my eyes. “And that’s exactly what I am right now.”
Feeling my cheeks heat, I asked, “You think she’ll call your mother again?”
“I don’t give a flying fuck what she does.” He took a sip of his water.
“Should I tell my mother what I’m up to, so we’re even?”
He nearly choked on his drink. “Please don’t.”
“My father, then?” I arched a brow.
“Yeah, definitely don’t do that.”
“I’m teasing.” I chuckled. “Well…I’m pretty open with my mother. I will tell her about this someday. Not anytime soon, though. Probably not this decade.”
“What will her reaction be?”
“I think she’ll warn me to be more careful about who I trust because she doesn’t know you. Then she’ll double check that I used protection. But in the end, she’ll appreciate it as one of life’s adventures. My mother is open-minded and wants me to experience life, because she had me too young to do much of that.”
“Your father, on the other hand?” Tate coughed. “How would he react?”
“Not good…” I laughed nervously.
Tate’s smile dimmed. “That’s what I thought.”
“He’s not a violent man or anything. Truthfully, I don’t know exactly how he’d react.”
Tate pushed one of the plates aside. “I’d prefer to never find out.”
“I think you’re sensitive about it because you know how you’d feel if the roles were reversed. If you had a daughter...”
“Probably.” He shoveled some rice pudding in his mouth. “And that’s totally hypocritical, of course.”
I tilted my head. “What if your son met an older woman on vacation?”
Tate sighed. “Okay, now this is gonna sound completely wrong...but I don’t think I would care as much as I would if it were my daughter meeting an older guy.”
“Interesting…” I scraped together a bite with my fork. “But in the end, you need to realize it’s not different at all.”
“I think we’re far past the point where you need to convince me of anything, Blair. Haven’t I been loud and clear on where I stand for the rest of this trip? Whether we’re wrong or right doesn’t fucking matter, now that I’ve gotten a taste of you.” He locked my feet in with his under the table.
After a half hour of mostly watching Tate eat, my arousal had made a comeback. “I think I’ve had enough of sitting across from you and not on top of you,” I murmured.
He threw his napkin aside. “Well, then we should get going...”
Tate and I didn’t even make it to the elevator before he backed me against a wall in the resort hallway to kiss me senseless. I lost track of time as our tongues collided, my loins burning with need as his erection grew against me.
When we came up for air, I felt someone watching us. It was the waitress from Tate’s “fiftieth birthday” dinner staring us down. He and I looked at each other, laughed, and escaped into the empty elevator.
After the doors closed, Tate again backed me against the wall and took my mouth as we rose to the third floor.
When we got to his room, I dropped to my knees, planning to do something long overdue. I unbuckled his pants and lowered them to get to his underwear.
He shook his head. “You don’t have to—”
I cut off his words by taking his cock into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the salty tip before taking him down my throat. I could feel him throbbing.
His groans only encouraged me to take him deeper, pushing the limits of anything I’d ever tried before.
He bunched my hair in his fist. “Blair…this is too much.”
I responded with a hum that I was sure vibrated through his shaft.
After a moment, Tate relaxed and guided my face over his cock. “Your mouth feels so fucking good.”
I pulled away, looking up at him with a teasing smile. He rolled his eyes up, taking a moment to find his composure. I licked a line down his length as I felt his hand on the back of my head.