Total pages in book: 145
Estimated words: 145231 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 726(@200wpm)___ 581(@250wpm)___ 484(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 145231 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 726(@200wpm)___ 581(@250wpm)___ 484(@300wpm)
Our routine continues through the rest of this surreal conference.
She’s my woman for the giddy little real estate apes who now look at me with a newfound respect, especially the men who look on with boiling jealousy.
In bed, she’s mine in the most primal ways. My very own atlas of sin and seduction I trace with my hands and mouth.
It’s like I need her topography branded into my brain for life.
I can never bury myself in her tight little pussy enough.
I can never press her lips to mine close enough while I sink my greedy teeth into her tender flesh.
I can never leave her leaking enough of my come.
It’s lunacy how well she’s fallen into her role, warming my colleagues and my bed until I feel like I need a brick to the head to come back to Earth. Sometimes, I have to remind myself she’s not mine.
Not for real.
And whatever this madness is, it won’t continue. Honestly, it shouldn’t once we’ve left the bleached sands and canyons long behind.
But try telling my inner caveman that.
I’ve never been good at reasoning with that grunting, possessive fuck. When it comes to her, he has me in a chokehold.
The chemistry feels like a drug and it’s just as addictive.
When we’re not hobnobbing for business, we’re finding quiet spots around us, places where I can fuck her against a wall or in the back of the car.
It’s like we’re back on that casino boat for an extended lucky stay, acting stupid and reckless and horny as hell.
God Almighty, I’ve never been so horny in my life.
I wake up wanting her when I’ve had her three times the night before, even when she’s lying breathless in my arms after burying her head in a pillow so she stays quiet.
Insatiable.
That’s the only word for a thirst this rampant.
We’re at a quiet dinner alone when she taps her knee against mine.
I realize I’ve spaced out, staring and imagining how I’m going to remove that dress she’s wearing tonight.
It’s white and gold like the sun against white clouds.
Soon, it’s going to be a ghost.
Or maybe I’ll just bend her over the bed while she’s still wearing it. Maybe I’ll take her into the shower or out to the pool like last night and watch the stars dance in her eyes while I mount her and break her again and again, listening to her whimpers for mercy.
“Patton!” she hisses. “We’re supposed to be enjoying this, aren’t we?”
“I happen to be enjoying my dinner very much, thanks.”
“Enjoying it with me.”
“I am, Lady Bug.”
She smacks my arm. “Can’t you wait until we get back? This place is too expensive to be thinking about that all the time.”
“On the contrary,” I say, linking my fingers with hers over the table, “anyplace is suitable for what I’m thinking.”
“You’re crazy.”
“I think you mean obsessed.”
“You’re shameless,” she gasps.
I grin again.
Shit, I can’t remember the last time I’ve smiled this much. Not since before I had the company, I’m sure.
This Mexican restaurant in Page, Arizona, is an intimate place without the resort’s bed and whistles. We have a table in the corner to ourselves. No one from the conference is likely to show up here, we’re mostly obscured from view, and the food is excellent.
Three good reasons to choose this particular spot.
“We can’t right here,” she says, but there’s a look on her face that tells me she’s considering it.
“There is a bathroom,” I growl.
“Not sexy, Patton.”
No, but it doesn’t dampen my disappointment.
“I never said we should do anything besides eat here,” I say.
As if on cue, a waiter appears carrying our food. A steaming pile of fajitas for Salem and carne asada for me.
“Thanks. This looks delicious!” Salem gives him a wide smile before she turns to me again. “Why are you glaring now?”
“Glaring? I’m not.”
“If you’re getting jealous over some college kid who just served me food—”
“Do you know how long it took you to smile at me like that?” I’m not jealous of that kid, no—not like the millionaire whales back at the resort who never learned to take no for an answer—but sometimes I hate the fact that it took her so long to warm up to me.
“You’re my boss,” she reminds me. “And when we reconnected, our history was pretty complicated.”
“Still is,” I say with a shrug, tucking into my food. “Six years. Almost a lifetime.”
“For some people.” She frowns at the table. Her phone, turned upside down beside her, vibrates and she glances at it. “Sorry. It’s just the sitter, I bet.”
“Arlo’s?”
“Yeah, she’s a rock star. They were supposed to go to this dinosaur art exhibit for kids over at the Nelson-Atkins.”
“Don’t turn him into an art nerd too soon. It hasn’t helped humanize Dexter one bit,” I say with a snort. “How’s he holding up with you gone?”
She winces. “He misses me, I think. I’ve never left him alone this long.”