Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 75770 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 379(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75770 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 379(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
I close my eyes, breathe deeply, capturing the air that was denied me while Zion’s tongue was in my mouth.
Zion slides his tongue over my bare shoulder while Marc takes his place at my mouth. Marc’s kiss is slower, not as rough, but his tongue is long and talented and he tastes of the jerk seasoning he used on the coleslaw appetizer—hot with a touch of sweetness. It’s delicious.
His kiss is delicious.
This whole thing is delicious.
Zion slowly slides the other strap of my camisole over my shoulder, and it falls against my breasts. He brushes it downward, exposing me. He sucks in a breath.
A rush of energy surges through the bedroom. It flies into me, infusing me with something almost overwhelming.
Marc’s lips are still on mine, and I feel… I feel…
Alive.
So alive.
So wanted and desired and…
Just so much.
Marc breaks our kiss, and he and Zion exchange a look that I can't read. What are they thinking? Are they wondering who will fuck me first? Who will make me come first? Have they done this before? Shared a woman? Or did they just meet on the island?
So much I don’t know…
Yet I can’t bring myself to care.
Zion traces a line down my bare spine with his finger, sending chills rippling through my skin. His hot breath fans against my neck. A sound escapes him—half-growl and half-moan.
Marc gently touches my leg where the bandage is. “You okay here? To do…this?”
“God, yes. If anything can make me forget about the cut, this can.” I close my eyes on a sigh.
“Just what I wanted to hear.” Marc eases my skirt down over my thighs.
I step out of it. The only thing standing between me and total nudity are my white cotton panties.
Why in hell did I wear white cotton panties today?
Zion, though, takes the lead. His bulge pushes into my back as he slips his warm fingers through the elastic waistband and—
“What do we have here?” he asks.
Oh, God…
Tweety Bird haunts me again.
But Zion pays no more mind to the silly tattoo. Once my panties are around my ankles, he kneels and slides his tongue over my ass cheek—right over Tweety.
Marc tugs on my earlobe with his teeth. “We should take it slow.”
“What if I don’t want to take it slow?” My voice is barely audible over the thrumming of my heart inside my ears.
“The choice is yours,” Marc whispers, trailing down my neck as he traces the curve of my waist.
Zion massages my ass, his breath hot against the small of my back. His movements are sure, confident, unlike the uncertainty that pulses within me. I want this, yes, but…what if it changes everything? What if I no longer want to marry a billionaire?
Marc grazes his teeth against my collarbone. “Mmm,” he says. “You taste like temptation.”
“Do I?” I ask.
“God, yes. You taste like forbidden fruit. I can’t wait to taste between your legs. And when I’m done? I’m going to watch while Zion shoves his big cock into your hot pussy.”
EPISODE 122
TWISTS AND TURNS
Emily
I shed my clothes, open a bottle of water, and join June, Heather, and Misty in the hot tub. The three of them are drinking champagne out of plastic flutes, but I decide not to indulge.
This week has gotten harrowing, and I need to keep my wits about me. I can’t help comparing myself to the other three. Misty’s the only other blonde, but I’m blonder. Not that it matters. Misty’s beautiful on the outside. Hell, we all are. But on the inside?
A bloody mess.
June is supermodel beautiful with a body to die for, but like a lot of supermodels, she’s lacking a bit in the tit department.
Heather, on the other hand, is not. She’s voluptuous and slightly curvier than the rest of us, but that hasn’t stopped Sebastian from keeping his gaze locked on her whenever she’s around. Good thing I’m over the rocker. Her black hair tipped with blue and that gorgeous tattoo make Heather a much better match for him.
I’m dying to get the dirt from Misty on why she chose Brett for her date after she and I won the cook-off, but I’m certain she won’t dish with all of us. I should try to get her alone, but I’m not quite sure how to do that. At least she’s next to me, while June and Heather are across from us.
I take a sip of water and look at Misty, gauging the mood. June and Heather are giggling about something, and Misty is staring straight ahead, looking at… I’m not sure what.
“So Misty,” I begin, trying to keep my tone light. “I’m a bit surprised at your date choice earlier.”
A silence blankets the hot tub as June and Heather’s giggles die down. All eyes turn to Misty, whose smile freezes for just a moment before she laughs off my inquiry.