Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 66859 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 334(@200wpm)___ 267(@250wpm)___ 223(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66859 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 334(@200wpm)___ 267(@250wpm)___ 223(@300wpm)
“Okay, let’s do it.”
I get changed into my swimsuit, which is a super small bikini and meet Beckett in the tub that he’s been running. He’s already in it, shirtless with a beer in his hand. I have no idea what he’s wearing, if anything, but I take the beer he left on the side of the tub for me and climb in anyway, not missing the way his eyes scan over my body. God, this is going to be a long night. No doubt about it.
“You know how much they charge for these minibar beers?” I ask him.
“Riggs is payin’, couldn’t give a fuck.”
“In that case, where’s the wine?”
He grins.
I sink into the tub with a sigh. “I don’t think I’ve ever been in a spa this big.”
It’s huge, big enough for four people. Both Beckett and I can stretch out without a single issue, and he is a pretty big guy.
“You’ve never been in a spa?”
“Nope,” I admit. “A bath, yeah. Not a spa.”
“You ever been fucked in a spa?”
My cheeks go red, I can feel the heat radiating off them. “I’m not sure talking about that is going to help this ... situation.”
“It’s a question,” he murmurs, low.
“No,” I answer. “I haven’t.”
“That wild husband of yours mustn’t have been as good as you let on, then,” he mutters, taking a sip of his beer.
Anyone would think Beckett is jealous, for a second, a single second, his tone sounded exactly that. I knew he had overheard our conversation earlier, what I didn’t know is that it had been playing on his mind. It must have been for him to bring it up. Right?
Once again, calm down, Poppy.
“He wasn’t into spas, said they’re too dirty. But trust me, if he was into them, I would have a different answer to your question.”
“You like bein’ fucked in filthy ways?”
Beckett’s voice is low, husky and so god damned sexy I have to clench my legs together to control the urges threatening to erupt from my body.
“I’m not against being fucked in different manners,” I admit, my voice a little low, a little husky and a little shaky.
“Tell me how you like to be fucked, the wildest thing you can think of?”
“Oh, you don’t want to hear the answer to that. You’ll think I’m as deranged as they come.”
“Try me.”
A challenge.
I like a challenge.
I lean forward. “I want to be chased, hunted down like a wild animal and then caught and fucked so hard I can’t even scream. But not until I’ve fought, fought my hardest to stop it.”
His eyes flash and he stares at me with an expression that makes my core feel like it’s going to explode.
“I know you’re thinking that must be the most twisted and fucked up thing you’ve ever heard,” I say, my voice shaky.
“No, honey, I think that’s the biggest fuckin’ turn on.”
Oh.
My.
I swallow and reach for my beer, but my fingers move around and find nothing. I’m so turned on right now I can’t even get my body to work with me. I let my hand fall to the side of the tub, not once breaking eye contact with Beckett. He moves forward and I quickly pull my legs up close to my chest, knowing this is a very dangerous situation.
He moves closer and closer, until his hand is gliding up my thigh and his mouth is nearly on mine.
My entire body feels like it’s going to explode.
His phone rings.
As if she has a camera trained on him at all times, his damned phone rings with Becky’s annoying as fuck ringtone.
He pauses.
I suck in a deep breath. His hand was right near my pussy, nearly there, we nearly broke the rule less than a few hours in.
“Fuck,” he grinds out, his eyes still on mine. “Fuck.”
He releases me and gets out of the tub, dripping water. He’s wearing a pair of shorts, and I don’t miss his raging boner as he climbs out. The man was going to fuck me then, there is no doubt in my mind. Yet, as always, Becky stops him. As if she knows when he’s tempting fate, she picks up the phone and calls. I wish he’d make up his mind. Sure, he hasn’t even told me there is anything between us, but my god, if I can feel it this heavily then so can he. So why isn’t he just making a choice?
He probably would if I asked him to, but I’m not going to do that.
I’m not that desperate.
No.
This one is on him.
18
“God damn, look at you,” Ramona slowly claps as she circles me.
“I had to borrow money off Beckett to go and get a dress because I literally own nothing,” I admit, as her and Eve take in my short, black dress that leaves little to the imagination with its body-hugging material and low-cut front. My boobs are practically bulging out.