Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 60711 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 304(@200wpm)___ 243(@250wpm)___ 202(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60711 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 304(@200wpm)___ 243(@250wpm)___ 202(@300wpm)
“Hold on tight, koukla mou.”
His chest pressed against her back, solid and warm, and her heart began to pound. Why did she have a feeling—
Aaah!
Andie let out a strangled gasp when the bull nearly had her flying if not for Paul holding her down.
“Relax,” he murmured against her ear. “Let your body move with it.”
She tried.
She really did.
But the bull was picking up speed now, the movements becoming more unpredictable, and all she could do was hang on and try not to fall and—
What in the world?
One moment she was gripping the rope for dear life.
The next, Paul’s hands were at her waist, lifting her clear off the leather seat.
“What are you—”
He pulled her back down.
But something was different.
Something was—
Oh.
Her panties had been pushed aside.
And he was there.
Right there.
Pressing against her entrance, hot and hard and impossibly ready.
“P-Paul!” His name came out strangled. “We can’t—there are people—”
“The windows are high.” His voice was rough against her ear. “No one can see.”
“But they’ll hear—”
“Then you’ll have to be quiet.”
He thrust up into her.
Andie’s gasp echoed off the padded walls.
The bull was still moving.
Still rocking and swaying, and now every motion drove him deeper, the rhythm of the machine becoming the rhythm of their bodies. She couldn’t hold the rope anymore—her hands had flown back to grip his thighs, her nails digging into the fabric of his tuxedo pants.
“P-Paul—”
He thrust again, and the bull bucked at the same moment, and the combined sensation ripped a moan from her throat that she couldn’t contain.
“Shh.” His hand came up to cover her mouth, gentle but firm. “Quiet, koukla mou. Unless you want all of San Antonio to know what I’m doing to you.”
She shook her head frantically.
But her body was already betraying her, already tightening around him, already climbing toward a peak she couldn’t stop.
Outside the challenge room, a small cluster of guests had paused near the high windows.
They couldn’t see anything, of course.
The frosted glass and strategic lighting made sure of that.
But they could hear.
First, a gasp.
Then a cry.
Then a whimper.
Then...mm.
The guests exchanged knowing glances over their champagne flutes.
Well, well, well.
That was newlyweds for you.
The End