Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 74940 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 375(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74940 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 375(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
I resist the urge to tell him to just do it then. Instead, I ask, “Did you fuck Sienna?”
“Do you really want to know?”
I close my eyes. Do I?
“No. I guess I don’t.”
“You’re so young, Ariel. There are thirteen years between us, and I want you more than anything right now, but something inside me says it’s not the right time for us.”
I can’t help a soft scoff. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?”
“It means you’re young, and right now your body’s on fire—believe me, so is mine—and I’d like us to get to know each other a little better before we take the next step.”
“For God’s sake, what’s the difference? It’s not like I think any one of you will choose me. I’m nothing compared to the other women.”
He touches my lips again. “That’s where you’re wrong, Ariel. You’re everything. You’re sweet and innocent—”
“I’m hardly innocent.”
“I don’t mean sexually. I mean you’re young. I didn’t have a clue what I wanted when I was your age.”
“I’m not you.”
“Of course not, and women are notoriously more mature than men at any age, really, but—”
I turn away from him. Does he really think he’s inside my head? “Get out of my room.”
“Ariel...”
I say nothing.
He rolls off the bed and rises.
Good going, hayseed. Real mature. He thinks I’m young, and what do I do? Prove it to him. I can’t let him leave like this. This is about more than me feeling humiliated and disappointed.
“Alex?”
He turns back and looks at me as I ease my tube top over my breasts.
“I apologize. I don’t want you to leave.”
“You sure about that?”
“Yeah. Very sure. I was... I don’t like feeling rejected, and—”
“Oh, Ariel. This is so far from a rejection.”
“I know. I see that now. Thank you for a wonderful evening. You made the date just perfect for me. You asked what I wanted for dinner. You asked what I wanted here, in the bedroom, and you delivered on everything.”
“My pleasure. And I do mean pleasure.”
“Can’t I do something for you?”
“Like what?”
“I can—” I stop.
I was ready to offer him a blowjob, and that’s exactly what I did last night with Brett. I’m acting like I owe Alex something for the incredible orgasm he just gave me. God, I’m pathetic.
“What?” he asks gently.
“Never mind.”
“What can I do for you?” he asks.
“Nothing. You’ve been a perfect gentleman, and I couldn’t ask for anything more.”
The truth is that I’m not used to being treated this way. At home, if I ask for a fuck, I always get one. Hell, I don’t even have to ask. I get fucked whenever I want it, and sometimes the guy doesn’t care whether I finish or not. Sometimes I don’t care either. Sometimes I just want to feel...
Feel...
Loved?
Fucking isn’t love.
Infatuation isn’t love.
You deserve to be here.
So easy to forget those words. I asked for what I wanted, but is a fuck really what I want from Alex? Is it what I wanted from Brett last night?
Physically, absolutely. I’m wet and ready and would love a hard dick inside me.
But these men are looking for life mates, not fuck buddies. They’re in a different mindset. Sure, they’re men. They love to fuck. All men do, in my experience. But they’re billionaires. They can get fucked whenever they want. That’s not why they brought us here and went to all this expense.
Alex sits on the bed and moves my denim skirt back over my hips to cover me. “You’re so beautiful. It’s a shame to cover you up.”
“I didn’t ask you to.”
“I know you didn’t.” He pulls me up so I’m sitting next to him. “If we knew each other better, and I was sure about a few other things... Trust me. I’d fuck you all night.”
He words make me wonder...
Did he fuck Sienna?
He may have. But I’m not Sienna. Sienna is worldly and professional. She used to date a former NFL player, and she’s a big-time lawyer. She’s also several years older than I am.
“Don’t think you have to shelter me from anything,” I tell him.
“I don’t think that.”
I sigh. “But you do. You think I’m so young.”
“No.” He shakes his head. “That’s not it at all. If anything, I’m sheltering myself. I need to think with the right head. I like you a lot, Ariel. You’re so special. So astounding in so many ways. I’m feeling things I probably shouldn’t be feeling so soon in this game.”
“Game?”
He chuckles. “Bad choice of words. This is anything but a game.”
“Do you think it’s a game for me?” I ask.
“No.” He cups my cheek. “I don’t. Let me put it this way. You made an impression on me tonight. I wasn’t expecting to enjoy myself as much as I did, so I don’t want to rush it. When I make love to you, Ariel, I want it to be because I love you.”